False Dichotomies and Other Poems
A SPHINX WITHOUT A RIDDLE Late night, alone, I am seated Upon the predicament Of my twofold being, A sphinx without a riddle With which to set the table Of my monstrous appetite For flesh both feminine And masculine, both male And female, a shemale buffet Of body parts, of breasts And buttocks, a penis, And testicles, and, maybe, As a nightcap, a glass or two Of semen spiced with sperm. PARAPHRASING THE BARD We are lost in the loneliness Of an existence preceding...