SEX
Sex is what it's all about. Sex is why I am discriminated against. It's not because I like Marilyn Monroe movies or because I'm so sensitive, or because I love to listen to Ute Lemper singing Kurt Weill.
It's sex.
Sex is what it's all about. Sex is why they pass laws against me. It's not because I'm a gourmet cook, or because I have such good taste in clothes, and it certainly isn't because I quote freely from the works of Walt Whitman.
It's sex.
Sex is what it's all about. Sex is why they tell me I'm going to hell. It's not because of my liberal arts degree, or my subscription to Architectural Digest, and it has nothing to do with my collection of fine art photography.
It's sex.
It's because I suck cock.
It's because I fuck butt.
It's because I kiss men
on the mouth - with tongue.
It's because I like to feel
the stubble of several days
growth of beard rubbing
against the tender skin
of my inner thigh.
It's sex.
Sex is what it's all about. Sex is why some people think I should be killed, or locked away in an asylum or a federal prison, they don't seem to care which. It has nothing to do with my compassion for the homeless, or with my theories on the feminization of political systems. And it has never had anything to do with who I am.
It's what
I do.
It's sex.
ROSHI
(for Doug DeBeni and Greg Dubs)
There is no time.
There is no time, anymore -
to mellow with age,
to accumulate experience like merit badges,
to wait for life to transmute into wisdom.
We who remain must leap into life,
as though it were the net beside our burning building.
I say rush now toward wisdom.
Because there is no time to study cause and effect.
No time for blind testing of the spirit.
Wisdom must be found and grasped
still hot in the flesh,
still flashing in the eyes of
those we meet, and love
and make love with.
So, lover, come close that we may give
to each other what fate conspires to deny us.
Whisper your wisdom to my tongue.
Burn your visions into my memory.
Inscribe your experience across my flesh.
Because we cannot depend on time to
deliver us elderly and wise to death’s embrace.
Better to ask now for a wooden rocking chair
on a shady country porch and the right
to die as wise men will,
patiently, with understanding.
Old age for us must be
whatever age we live to see.
UNCERTAINTY
Full moon yellow and
low, close to the ridge crest,
edges softened by the mist,
a halo doubling its size.
And this long flat marsh
between highway and
mountain - impassable
in the moonlight.
So little distinction
between earth and water.
So little certainty.
The languid fog. The
grasses. The darkness.
Distinctions fade in a
shadowed marsh, in a
shifting of clouds, a
shiver of wind.
White heron erupts from
the heart of uncertainty.
Spreads wing. Tips into the
yellow diffuse moonlight
and takes flight.
FOR LATER
1.
From the front, sliding my
hand beneath your balls
I slip it into the crack of your
ass, rub my finger over your ass hole,
listening to the quiet little
sounds you make as I do it.
I rub my beard into your
aromatic morning armpit, and
then my tongue and then my
open mouth licking and sucking
and nibbling at the long straight
hairs coated with sleep sweat.
You get yourself off - spraying
seed across the fine fur of your
belly. I stop moving my hand
but hold it there, one finger
poised at the point of entry.
I bring my tongue down to lap
your semen like a cat and
rub my face into your belly -
nose twitching with pleasure.
But when I bring my mouth
clumsily up to yours for a kiss
you push me away, laughing,
saying, "Ooooo - you’ve got
my cum in your beard."
And I’m thinking, "Good,
something for later.
2.
Driving home the
truck cab warms
in the sunlight -
your scent rises
out of my beard,
as I knew it would,
and tickles
my nose anew -
I bring fingers
to face, sniff -
and here
you are again -
and here I am,
halfway down
the mountain,
cock in hand,
pulling off to the
side of the road,
jerking off with
your scents
filling my nose
clinging
to my body
driving me
breathless
trembling
stiffening
to shoot
semen and
sighs and
your scent trailing off
into the
mountain air. |
