At the start of the New Year, I went to open mic night at Le Poisson Rouge. People were reading their best erotica. Having none. And having not read (or written) in some time. I decided to share two poems I wrote collaboratively years ago in a bar with strangers. Of course they ended up a bit dirty (and I think not so bad). Here’s one:
Playground Erotica
A well-built ass leads the eyes
wandering…
A true pear, sweet and ripe.
Eyes and tongue so fit for fun!
How do I proceed?
Proceed where..?
Need leads, from erection,
To the submission of knees…
To my old school
Where my eyes still roam
Playground erotica.
