Great Grandmother’s Song Bag
How can you
how can you remember the sounds of the world
before you were born?
Music was what, what music then
and for whom?
For whom and for whom and yet yet for whom?
What was the music your great grandmother made
and before her, before?
Great great grandparents you had you had
has had had.
Did their music by day balance their music by night?
Not simply there, what you hear, out there out,
it’s passing passing
passing had had.
And strange, that passing.
Was there solstice where light equaled night
and music trembled there, on the edge,
between being and passing,
the new the new the old the old the old, gone, gone gone?
And into…. ?
The Flaming Heterosexual Dreams of Gay Sex
Standing, I fuck his bubble butt,
reach around to feel his stiffening rod,
synchronize, we synchronize,
so as I feel him throb and tense to spurt
deep I thrust and spurt inside him while his come
shoots through my encircling hand.
I lick my sticky fingers
still inside him, turn his head and
let him lick my fingers too.
for “the moral majority”
“Please suck a little harder,”
said Li’l Bill to his mum,
“Daddy’s tongue is up my asshole
and I’m fixin’ fur to cum.”