Derrick Thompson Poems

His deep voice beckoned my back to my room
To complete a task I had done before.
But now I was to clean up his mess
As if wiping up his spilled milk.
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Slouching in the corner to make myself less
I watched in the dim room.
My bed, empty of my presence,
Filled more wholely by her student.
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On a long overnight train throught the countryside
We relaxed in the compartment awaitnig our evening tea.
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Only outside, my wife demands.
So I relent and stand in the cold
Lighting a thick maduro cigar
The taste and smell replacing
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I submit to all her demands
She demands I always sit when she's with a man.

A former student who teaches me a lesson
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The sting of the paddle, the pinch of the clamp
The slap across the face, the strap across the back

Kneeling before you, watching you betray me
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We rose early in the African heat
To watch the animals hunt and compete.

My new bride and I with our Kenyan guide
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