I would never be a gay man
who wrote “The Tenderness of Wolves”
Afraid of obscenity
running frantic
from the most pleasurable
essence of
reality
I’d title the book as my home address
tell them to
“Send semen taste samples
and a self addressed envelope
let the best worship
pepperoni grease scrotum
and ejaculate on the hour
Painting supple,
eager faces
a nice eggshell white.
It’s not a matter of self control
to keep from embarassment
It’s a matter of pulling her pigtails
cock assaulting
back of the throat
pink flesh
tying them
strangling sack
and broadcasting
the nation’s daughter’s facial
in times square
The face marked with
smug pride
you may strive
to be a bore
but I’ll be the nation’s
shameful secret
Uncle Sam’s
throbbing
menace
