Poetry

POEMOTIONS

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Part Six (continued)

Sexiness

Start of page 145 in the book

Genitalia

Why do these people pretend
they lack genitals?
other people, they acknowledge
have genitals
and do unforgivable things with them

But the other people, at other times
also pretend they lack genitals
yet freely acknowledge the things
the first lot of people
do with theirs

Acknowledge is not quite the right word
they do more than acknowledge
condemn, and wish to cut off,
is what all these pretend people do
when it's not the Genitalia-Saturnalia

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Impudent Creator

I created a two-legged toy -
only for fun, just for joy -
gave him his orders, then to annoy
told him to wish away,
ignore, abhor, say nay,
whenever a certain part of him
reached for the light of day:
a part I had bestowed on him,
that I meant to have its sway,
but later changed my mind about.

Don't look at me that way!

Start of page 147 in the book

Jesus Sex-hater

That Jew Jesus, I tried to love him
his life was so short and hard
he said wonderful things
but then cancelled them out
with wrong to his own body and ours

Denying his own poor body and ours
spitting on the shrinking shy flesh
that tries so hard and does so well
in the sharp cutting world
was a wrong to his own body and ours

Saying spirit is all, flesh and bone nothing
cells, wonderful cells, just nothing
was Jesus's mistake, clear mistake
impossible for anyone with pretences
to be a god for humans

Denying what's given, rudely rejecting
the wonders made of you, you are made
flinging out, trampling on
those precious tender parts
that make us the next triers

Was not wise or sensible
just, judicious or true
for even a humble creature
never mind one elevated
with delusions of divinity

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Pointed, Disappointed Males

Jason is pointed
yet often disappointed.

He often looks down at what points
thrusting out from its fleshly joints.

Jason scans the woman's face
unimpressed by his point.

It's an old, old tale sings the singing whale
spurting and gurgling the foam
who dwell in the deep its secrets keep
now it's time you ran along home

When young William points
flesh his soul anoints.

He stares at the pointing
jutting from the jointing.

Bill would show his best friend
if shyness were not the point.

It's an old, old song sings the luminous dong
spurting and gurgling the foam
who worship the point its tip anoint
now it's time you ran along home

Pink and iron-hard is your point
squeals the manageress of this joint.

No lady much cares for such pointing
unless well financed by its jointing.

So Jason and Bill, disappointed
must dance together disjointed.

It's an old, old dance cries the elderly nance
spurting and gurgling the foam
on any young point I'll take my chance
now it's time you ran along home!

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Skinny Bits

I wish to know, will someone please tell me,
why, inter alia, my male genitalia
are regarded by everyone respectable as alien -
to be ashamed of and hidden?

Male streakers on sporting pitches flash genitalia
attempting to prove they're not alien:
but skinny bits are important parts of what they are.
Will someone please tell me why these men are arrested?

Can nobody face the fact, while they level charges
at flashers, who in wooded places pathetically stand and deliver,
that these creeps are in despair at lack of recognition
of their poor little skinny bits?

Pages are filled with stories of so-called celebrities
whose skinny bits have let the side down
because they would become tumescent, then active -
as for God's sake they were designed to do.

Pretence is the story of this sordid game:
if privileged to be a public man, you're supposed to pretend
you lack those skinny bits that make you male.
As a public servant, the populace wants you sexless (or does it?)

Believing in human beings, I think it's only the tabloids,
or what we now know as the redtops,
who impose this ridiculous rule.
Let's all conspire to be sensible.