The Nature of Man

Elizabeth I

We should all adopt the credo of that wise queen

Who declared herself adjunct to no man,

Lest we, in the manner of her mother,

Be beheaded pursuant to their lusts.

Pas Une Bouche!

I am not a mouth!

If you want the sum of

A being to be a mouth,

Then seek out a

Half-starved dog,

Dip your dick

In peanut butter,

And have him suck

You off!

I am not a mouth!

I am a heart, a soul,

A brain,

A tempest of emotion

Raging for the cause

That you refuse to

See me.

So, turn the lights

Down low,

Tell me of your

‘Love’,

Say open wide,

And I’ll oblige…

Just so I can bite the

Goddamn thing

Off!

I am not a mouth!

To Love A Man

Pride needs to be swallowed,

And a surrender of some sort

Needs to occur.

The greater the amount of will

One abdicates,

The longer the man shall linger.

Oral Sex

Nice enough in

Theory,

Until the novelty

Act of mouthing

A conduit of

Bodily waste

Wears thin

And one is left

With a mammal

Of relatively few

Virtues.

Satisfaction

I’ll have no more of men,

Or bats, or sheep,

Or kittens.

From this day forth,

I’ll suck myself off

And be as merry

As any man may be.

School of Black Magic

I wish I could

Conjure

A man to kiss

And then send him

On his way…

For if he lingered

He’d start to unnerve,

Asking for this or that,

Wanting his meals fixed,

His clothes laid out,

His dick sucked,

And, in general,

To have all things

His way.

So, I’ll conjure a man

Just to kiss

And then turn him back

Into the clod of earth

He was meant to be.

Little Jackie Paper

Like a paper boy

Of a certain dragon’s lore

Men enter one’s life,

Bearing gifts and smiles,

But like Jackie Paper,

They grow bored

And must make way

For other toys.

Their idea of adulthood;

Is moving on to their next fuck.

But integrity is forever,

Not so little boys

Who think themselves men.

One grey night it will happen;

Jackie Paper will come no more…

And if you are wise,

You will thank God

That your cave is free of him.

Promises of Men

Each proves himself a liar,

Echoing what has been said before,

Perhaps by his father to his mother,

In a passion that never lives for long

And always produces monsters

For its children.

The Rationale of The Fucked

I once imagined

That if a man

Came inside me,

I would be infused

With the most primal

Part of him…

And thereafter I’d start

To look or act like him.

I viewed being fucked

As a form of

Transfiguration,

But fortunately

I found no pleasure

In the process…

And I turned from that path

Before I became something

I was never meant to be.

A statistic.

Men/Nuclear Mud

Contagious

Oozing

Destructive

Soulless

Mankind

An abstract

Concept

That fell

Into a vat

Of feces

And grew legs

On which to

Stand.

Similar Deaths

A man’s eyes

Or a spider’s web,

To be caught in either

Is prelude to life’s end.

A Simple Truth

Pair two gay men who have been individually razed by the world,

And they’ll tear one another apart in a manner more vicious

Than the world could ever conceive.

Love/Hate

Men fascinate me,

And yet I loathe them

For the cause that they

Cling to weakness

And wallow in their flesh.

Apocalypse

Biological warfare,

An incurable plague.

We need something

To cure this world

Of the affliction

Of man.

Men

I do not understand them

Any better than they understand me.

A darkness falls between us

From the instant that we meet

And never lifts until I’m alone again.

Blow Jobs

Drink from Life

That’s too often

Tinged with Death.

Obeisance to worship

And be full.

My Fidelity

I don’t want another…

Can’t stand another…

Don’t need another…

Couldn’t be paid to have another…

Get sick when I think of another…

Man.

Open Door Policy

Letting a man six inches inside you

May just put you six feet beneath him.

Cosmic Mockery

Men have caused me to psychologically castrate myself. Whoever says that being a gay male is a conscious choice as opposed to a predetermined genetic trait is: either a man himself, the recipient of a lobotomy, or the resident of an insane asylum. I would have rather hit puberty lusting after a donkey than to be stuck lusting after men, for they are the most lowborn, asinine, and useless creatures on God’s green earth.

All that being said, I’d make out with a good-looking one in a hot minute. *

My intellect speaks wisdom, but my gonads speak folly…and it is the gonads that, generally without fail, win the war. That, my friends, is the joke of the universe that has been played upon all mankind.

*Footnote: By ‘make-out’, I mean intense sessions of kissing…and such sessions would only occur if the man didn’t smoke or drink, had an endowment less than six inches in length, wasn’t wearing boxers, and had recently taken a shower.

Young Men

Such sweet faces

Those boys had

Whom I have loved.

If only their souls

Had been as sweet,

They might have

Proved some use.

The Boy in the Man

When I bring a man

To orgasm,

I am as a child who

Purposefully overturns

His cup just to see

The liquid flow along

The floor.

As the child loses

All interest in the spill,

So I lose interest in the man.

I go on to find a new plaything

And yell for mom

To come clean up the mess.