I will have to accept women
if I want to continue the race,
kiss breasts, accept
strange hairy lips behind
bu*tocks
Look in questioning womanly eyes
answer soft cheeks,
bury my loins in the hang of pearplum
fat tissue
I had abhorred
before I give godspasm Babe leap
forward thru d**h --
Between me and oblivion an unknown
woman stands;
Not the Muse but living meat-phantom,
a mystery scary as my fanged god
sinking its foot in its gullet &
vomiting its own image out of its a**
-- This woman Futurity I am pledge to
born not to die,
but my issue my own co*kbrain replica Me-Hood
again -- For fear of the Blot?
Face of d**h, my Female, as I'm sainted
to my very bone,
I'm fated to find me a maiden for
ignorant f**ery --
flapping my belly & smeared with Saliva
shamed face flesh & wet,
-- have long droopy conversations
in Cosmical Duty boudoirs,
maybe bored?
Or excited New Prospect, discuss
her, Futurity, my Wife
My Mother, d**h, My only
hope, my very Resurrection
Woman
herself, why have I feared
to be joined true
embraced beneath the Panties of Forever
in with the one hole that repelled me 1937 on?
-- Pulled down my pants on the porch showing
my behind to cars pa**ing in the rain --
& She be interested, this contact with Silly new Male
that's s**ed my loveman's co*k
in Adoration & sheer beggary romance-awe
gulp-choke Hope of Life come
and buggered myself innumerably boy-yangs
gloamed inward so my solar plexus
feel godhead in me like an open door --
Now that's changed my decades body old
tho' admiring male thighs at my brow,
hard love pulsing thru my ears,
stern bu*tocks upraised
for my masterful Rape
that were meant for a private sh**
if the Army were All --
But no more answer to life
than the muscular statue
I felt up its marbles
envying Beauty's immortality in the
museum of Yore --
You can f** a statue but you can't
have children
You can joy man to man but the Sperm
comes back in a trickle at dawn
in a toilet on the 45th Floor --
& Can't make continuous mystery out of that
finished performance
& ghastly thrill
that ends as began,
stupid reptile squeak
denied life by Fairy Creator
become Imaginary
because he decided not to incarnate
opposite -- Old Spook
who didn't want to be a baby & die,
didn't want to sh** and scream
exposed to bombardment on a
Chinese RR track
and grow up to pa** his spasm on
the other half of the Universe --
Like a h*mos**ual capitalist afraid of the ma**es --
and that's my situation, Folks --