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SHAKESPEAREAN EXPLICATION
Cauldron of breasts and buttocks
Labia, clitorises, vaginas
Buttocks, anuses, rectums
Penises, scrota, testicles, and sperm
A witches' brew brewed
Especially for you
Will you have a glass, or pass?
She looks good
In her torso vest
Complete
With female breasts
Wearing her mask
Of makeup
And her costume
Of femininity
Derived
From masculinity
Denied.
My thirteenth lover reminded me
I am not out of the woodshed yet
Butterfly nipples
A cocoon of breasts
Buttocks transformed
To mimic the rest
Of a woman's form
I am no more wrong
Now the operation's done
And I can spread
My iridescent wings
Scattering the fairy dust
Of my transsexual charms
Punctuation is only as good
As it is necessary
Apostrophes are vanishing
From the array of possibilities
Ownership taken for granted
Among the illiterate
Poor souls
They do not know
The world is about to change
We are in collusion
From the cradle to the grave
We live with semen
In our eyes and sperm
Swimming inside our brains
We want love but accept lust
Spreading our legs
As if they were chestnut trees
Full of squirrels seeking homes
Beyond the confines
Of manicured lawns
And picture book story lives
Last night you left me
Trembling and alone;
We are, each of us,
An island tropical
With forests of passion
Bright with birds
Who've lost their way.
Call of the ocean,
Call of the wild,
Call of the seasons:
The sky opens,
And a whirlwind descends
Carrying me
To the edge of sanity,
And I am unwound
And drowned
In carnal ecstasy,
One with the sun,
One with the moon,
One with the universe
Out of whose incestuous union
I was born.
In the window, out of the night,
The red cyclopean eye blinks;
I conspire with it, losing myself
In spermatic terror, sprouting
Breasts in a desperate attempt
At belated survival.
A cauldron is big; it can hold
Many impulses, both old and bold,
But the pot I stew in
Cannot contain the myriad multitudes of sin
In which I'm steeped;
My transgressions are too deep
To be resolved in verse;
For better or for worse,
We become the things we strive to be--
That is the blessing and the curse, you see,
Not only of our humanity,
But also of transsexuality.
Becky
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