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Surging

                Surging If planets spun before it entered you, They faltered, staggered as I thrust inside And upwards.  If the oceans once were blue, They changed to blood with foaming lust.  The stride Of hardened flesh in yielding slickness changed The universe to...

Stud Poker

               Stud Poker Philosophers…they don’t know any more About The Truth than Greek pig farmers do. The rest of us not part of these two poor Groups (salesmen, poets, priests…) don’t have a clue. A prophet and a Plato come along. They have...

Antediluvian and Modern Man

Antediluvian and Modern Man     The crotch, a man’s crotch, is located in The center of his body, of his soul. It’s at the core of him and in his sin. His essence comes out shooting from his pole When he is more a man on fire with lust (Or love; you call it what you...

The Climax

          The Climax “To be philosophical, then, is to be vigilant – sôphron – about one’s erotic mania.” ~ http://ndpr.nd.edu/news/plato-and-the-poets/ A manly mindfulness is not enough. You have to think as hard as marble cut To temple pillars carved with grooves...

The Unattempted Flight

The Unattempted Flight Somewhere beyond my mind an unmarked grave Contains a nun, or what is left of her. Somewhere beyond a chapel’s little nave, In convent grounds, the nun is now a slur Of rotted body parts and stains on bones. But even if the hole that hides her...