El E s Anthology of Very Dirty Poems
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TORSO: HEART AND SOUL
No head.
No arms.
No legs.
Just the essentials:
Breasts,
Belly,
Cunt or cock
With balls,
Buttocks
And anus.
This is the attraction,
The obsession
Of the torso,
Which makes all else--
Eyes, nose, mouth,
Face, limbs,
Head, brain--
Superfluous.
The torso is magnificent:
It magnifies
By elimination.
Are not the breasts,
Belly,
Cunt or cock
With balls,
Buttocks
And anus
Enough?
They are
Plenty,
Essence and core,
Heart and soul.
Nipples are holy.
Areola haloes
Surround like moats
These tiny towers
Of femininity
Atop the hills
Of snowy breasts.
The smooth, gentle slope
Down to the rising knoll
Of the forested pubes
Leads my eye and hand
Into the crevice, moist
With the dew of your sex;
To the column of your manhood
Bejeweled with the fluid
Of your alleged gender;
To the eggs
Within the pouch of the scrotum
You so lovingly subject to scorn;
To the full, round cheeks
Of your loveliness,
Wherein there is neither male
Nor female, but just
An entranceway that leads
Deep into your center,
Into the bowels of you,
Into your hermaphroditic soul.
Your torso
Gives me these things,
These parts
Of you.
Without your limbless
Headlessness
I could not know
The real you.
Your torso
Amputates my soul.
Your torso
Makes me whole.
WHEN WE KISS, I FORGET
When I look into your eyes
And see your soul;
When I see you smile,
And know you love me true;
When my hands glide down,
Over the swelling curves
Of your sleek, full hips;
When we kiss,
And I feel your soft lips
Upon my own,
I forget that,
Underneath it all,
You, as I, my sweet,
Are merely meat.
BAUBO
We are all profane,
Obscene,
With mouths and cunts,
Cocks and balls,
And anuses hidden
Between buttocks,
Beautiful and full,
But there, to be sure;
We are all Baubo.
What shape are you?
Triangle or inverted
Triangle?
Rectangle
Or hourglass?
No matter;
We are all Baubo.
Sands funnel down quickly
Into the abyss of the sky;
The inverted dome of heaven
Catches our dust,
Along with our days:
It doesn't matter; in the end
We are all Baubo.
She laughs with her eyes,
With her lips,
With her cunt,
With her hips;
Had she limbs,
She'd laugh with them--
See how her buttocks
Giggle and her anus sniggers?
We are like her,
Laughing, too:
We are all Baubo.
LIFE IS AN ABSURDITY
Even if I were not half and half,
A hermaphrodite
Or androgyne,
Doomed to be but half and half
Of what I was meant to be,
Life would seem to me to be
An absurd absurdity.
Avoid adjectives,
Instructors advise;
It's not necessary
To modify
If one is careful to select
Proper nouns.
I like adjectives,
And I mean to go on
Using them
With unrestrained passion
And as much madness
As I can,
Writing of absurd absurdities,
Redundant redundancies,
And hermaphroditic hermaphrodites,
For these are absurdities
And life is an absurdity--
Or so, at this moment,
In this place,
Wearing these breasts
And this face,
I feel and, feeling, believe
Here and now,
Wearing these breasts
And this face
(And don't you just hate it
When your mascara runs?)
LIMBLESS WOMAN
Limbless
Woman,
You make me
Want to laugh
And scream
And bleed.
You make me
Want to fuck you,
Fast and hard,
Between the lips
Of your cunt
And up the tight
Tunnel of your ass.
Your limbless state
Inspires me,
And I masturbate,
For, in the mirror,
My cock and balls
Notwithstanding,
I am you.
MY GALLERY
Someday, I will show you my gallery;
It is lovely, and its truth shall set you free.
TEMPTRESS
I wanted to be
Born a bird
Or a snake.
The first flies
And eats worms;
The second is a worm
Of sorts
And appeared
In Paradise,
Among the forbidden fruit.
Instead, I was born
With birdsong
In my heart
And the forbidden fruit
Of the snake
Between my girly legs,
Sent to tempt
Adam and Eve alike.
MY ANSWER TO BULLIES
They held me down,
The bullies,
And threatened me,
Saying, we'll cut off your balls.
I said, "Please!"
DISTURBANCES
Have I not disturbed you
With these poems?
Have I not, at least,
Annoyed you?
Have I brought you to grief,
Maybe made you
A little angrier
Today than you were
Yesterday?
If so, I am entitled to wear
A laurel in my hair
And dine upon pomegranates
If I please; after all,
My verses were disturbances,
Like human torsos
Opened to display
The heart and soul of flesh,
Wet with blood
And sex
And death,
Ovaries and testes
Breeding disturbances
Instead of pretty
Ladyboy poems.
Tamera
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