Never Ask

Never ask a poet about your poem

Never ask a painter about your art

Never ask a musician about your tune

Never ask family about your life

And never ever ever

ask someone who wants to fuck you

for truth

Born to Bree

This is where you were born to be

These arms encircling thee

These hormones inebriating thee

Hearts in healing harmony

Spirits in soaring synchrony

Our pantsless dance of progeny

Non-fractured, non-manufactured, at long last free

Romantic Wisdom for the Hetero Male

Flawed spawn of a fear-based tribe, that's you

Congenitally contrary to knowing you've no clue

Your XY genetic cupboard a paltry pup tent

beside her overflowing XX opulence

(science has taught - YOU are nature's afterthought)

Are hormonal upheavals just traps to find you fettered?

Sure, but she's stressed enough without you thinking you know better

Ovulating wimyn more attractive in face and voice?

Oh nature thou cheat, thou felonious format!

But wimyn have their best sex while pregnant

and we do NOT want to miss on that

If she looks your way, be amazed and grateful

you're invited

at all

"You're being irrational" utter nevermore

For nature tricks her, this we CANNOT ignore

You cannot encompass her needs and joy

She's a nerve-endings sex shop, you're a sex toy

Her brain an oxytocin avalanche, yours an oxy-trickle

If her mate-bonding beggars belief - be amazed and grateful

you're invited

at all

Nature addicts her to baby-batter brain-baths you trigger

Just be what she needs, her challenges are bigger

If she wants a threesome with a womyn do not assume the focus is YOU

If she wants two husbands don't whine that you are through

(your insufficiencies are a given)

Merciless lessons teach her men are selfish and stunted

Still she cannot forsake the love she's hunted

If she looks your way be unconditional and fearless

Fill her with seed, fill her with YES, she'll handle the rest

IN YOUR EYES LET HER SEE

unconditional, fear-free

She'll consecrate and create thee

Primal pulsings we were born to be

Protect and please her - how long is her call

Amazed and grateful

Amazed and grateful

Amazed and grateful

you're invited

at all

sex-starved

Why are you talking to me?
You're not someone i want to fuck
I DON'T SEE YOU

What?
You're intelligent, solicitous?
Provocative, non-duplicitous?
I told you
You're not someone i want to fuck
I DON'T SEE YOU

I'm sorry, i'm sure you're swell
but minus fuckability
y'all can go to hell

Am i truly this raw?
Am i really this crass?
I don't know, turn around
Show me a little ass

You're too religious? Too young?
Too pregnant? Too spoken for?
My dick doesn't think so
A cock is knocking at your door

But wait, come see
a sweet and platonic spree
I'm not so shallow
as i used to be!

I'm caring less and less
about fitness, age, and beauty
As a grownup humyn
i feel it is my duty

I'm caring less and less
about smarts and savoir faire
All wimyn need love
and i haven't done my share

Yes indeedy
just look at my maturity
Don't tell me desperation
is getting the best of me!

YOU i see, YOU i don't!
screams what's left
of my wasted brain
For deprivation
Deprivation
Deprivation done driven me
driven me
driven me
driven me
insane

anthophilia

She sits her flower down

She sits on a bench

She noodles with her phone

My heart gives a wrench

There's a flower in running shorts!

I want to stand and cheer

You can find a flower in bloom

most any time of year

Burgundy flowers, pink flowers

beige, purple, red

Sigh, cry, happy til' i die

in a wildflower bed

Flowers fill my world

Such flower songs i've sung

Four billion flowers

and me with but one tongue!

musings on an online erotic poetry open mic

Blah blah words words...

Why so cynical? Some of these poems so so beautiful

Did i dream of skydiving dick-first into the host's home?

Did i hand-fuck myself for two hours without coming

waiting for permission from Ohio?

"Good boy". Thank you.

Do i avoid invoking the ones who really pushed my buttons?

The ones who might not be comfortable

with my blood pole pulsing for them

with dreams of penetration ovulation rainbow baby creation

Why do impractical, impossible impregnation fantasies

consume me?

Perhaps because if you're old enough and sensitive enough and MALE enough

your sexual history can seem a slaughtered sacrifice

Mortified by millennia of molestation and brutalization

by people who looked like YOU

So you've never leered, cat-called

or even really

flirted

But again...why so open mic cynical?

Because i always bristle at cozy or comfortable

That's how all poetry open mics hit me

Just pandering parrots

pressing literary buttons

to get the affirmation we all need

Avoiding anything truly fearless or fraught

Preach your progressive outrage at a Tea Party party!

But can i live up to my own standards?

Throughout the event

i resisted the temptation

to send a personal appreciation

to any poet who perked my libido

Were others less discreet?

If you could see a transcript

of the personally-sent event messages

wouldn't THAT be more entertaining

than the poems themselves?

And oh, how i rue

the day i learned what "pinning" can do

To enlarge any attendee without their knowing...

i don't want that temptation!

Like us all, i like to look at that i desire

Did i resist?

I did NOT

I pinned two performers not even performing

just to let my lust drink her in

Like a self-shamed addict with the DTs

i de-pinned within ten seconds

as though THAT made it less invasive

(while i dreamed of someone pinning me

on the sly)

That's the thing about objectification

Most of us love it

in the right context

But those shoals of shallowness

never far away

Why do i lust so faithfully

for the fit and fertile

Why are all others barely visible

to my broken, reptilian brain?

Next week: Is it possible to have a cock so anti-racist, it's racist?

beast

I am the wolf whispering your name

I am the beast your touch will tame

for a while...

3 billion

Three billion years past we surpassed the muck muck muck

My ancestor said to yours "We need to fuck fuck fuck"

bagpipe

Of this mindfucking morass
never again will i gripe
if i but locate a lass
who cums like a wounded bagpipe

dedicated to (insert name here)

Such shining commonality!
I know you are SHE
My life's dream lover
come to rescue me
(ahhhh bullshit, that's a half-year without sex talking)

Your walls so porous
How does it feel to comprehend
you can fuck more nakedly
than your less-damaged friends?
(How thick shall i set it? Are you wet...yet?)

Your eyes! How they flash!
Your mind puts others to shame!
Every detail burned in my memory
I'm sorry...what was your name?
(DEPRESSIVE LUDDITES MAKE UNPLANNED BABY
WHO CARES WORLD FUCKED ANYWAY
FILM AT ELEVEN)

devour

Don't trust this poetic slate
Words manipulate
Don't countenance my kindness
It begs your blindness
Let me in, let me devour
I'll deify your flower
Hour after hour
Traverse my tower
Encircle my power
Flowering, devouring, then...
showering

erosneous

Head, hormones, heart, love, lust, like

We weave a dance, a hypno-trance

Stretching each lover across this graph

It's very funny, why don't we laugh?

beast man

You make the beast in me rise
Longing to consume and control
Burning to brand your body
Yearning to hold your soul

I've learned how to keep him at bay
but we're all so broken and needy
In life i'm solicitous, so non-duplicitous
but your shining eyes make him greedy

He plots your endorphin overdose
so you'll care evermore for ME
He longs for you at long last to live
your life's crowning carnality

Ten times, a hundred times
A thousand times, more
Swim in my healing harbor
Pull yourself onto my shore

fuck

How would you fuck
if you'd never heard of disease or babies?
You'd fuck without conditionals
You'd fuck without maybes
How would you fuck
if you'd never heard of poverty or divorce?
You'd fuck with mindless joy
as a simple matter of course
How would you fuck
if you'd never heard of jealousy or rape crime?
You'd fuck the way humyns fucked
Fucked at the dawn of time
How would you fuck
if you understood what it means to be free?
You'd fuck the way you might be fucked
might be fucked, by me

butterfly heart

I can't wait to kiss your butterfly heart
To feel your flowing furrow part
You'll be so happy you might just fart
When i lovingly lick your butterfly heart

black & blonde

Blonde & black in love entwined
Breaking beyond barriers of mind
Black & blonde in beauty entwined
Naked innocence healing humynkind

unseamly

They're prancing their pussies all around
Carousing their cunts completely unbound
Manumitting their muffs in moral meltdown
Stalking and sleepwalking, sexually spellbound
Hurling into a hormonal hunting ground
Crashing all conservatism aground
Unleashing utter inhibition breakdown
Complete carnal chaos is crowned
It's oh so bigger than gold-digger dreams
Fucking rock stars is where repression
explodes at the seams

nightingail

I wanted to feel your heart
in happiness hum
But mostly...
i wanted to bite your bum
I wanted to tell you
your poems are dumb
But mostly...
i wanted to bite your bum
I wanted to love you
'til queendom cum!
But mostly...
i wanted to bite your bum

pulse

Pull this heart's messenger
within your walls
pulsing
Blood-swept, breath-gasped
DNA-convulsing
Infliction of addiction
to brazenly emblazon
ME in YOU
Whispered names
Transcending games
Immersion to inversion
to pure subversion
An explosive surprise
You are my skin, you are my eyes
Beyond illusions
of control
self-annihilation
makes us
whole

knee coal

Our feral flame taunts me
Eternities of tortured turgidity
Your hollowed heart haunts all
our chasms of incompatibility
Ever would i inhabit your pulsing pussy hole
Ever would i rabbit from your perverse, pious soul
One's greatest lover a lesser love?
Mutual elation to misery's damnation...
You seek a holy Hallmark card
not some progressive pagan to discard
Flee my dreams, oh siren of cupid
before i say something certifiably stupid