bi_janus Posted December 30, 2012 Report Share Posted December 30, 2012 Sex, the Animal Bi Janus Sex, the animal, is but a small part of us, he says. Which way we are pulled is no great matter, the soul weighing what it does, he says. I wonder aloud at him. You’re a fucking liar, afraid to admit how much your prick weighs against your soul. Or, you’re not pulled so much as stuck. Sex, the animal, says he, is an appurtenance, a dim signal of magisterial humanity. Let’s pull it out as we might a vermiform vestige. You twit, I moan. Sanctimony draping pure electric body won't give you respite from looking over your shoulder to find the wolf in your eye's corner and your fields all overgrown with lavender. Link to comment
Camy Posted January 2, 2013 Report Share Posted January 2, 2013 Super poem! I've been thinking about it, on and off, since you posted it. I had an immediate response which I put aside on the basis that I ought to be able to crit in a more sensible way. But I can't - other than 'super poem' - so: Nutshellery. a comment (post dictionary perusal) on 'Sex, the Animal' To a vicar: a vermiform vestige To a lothario: appurtenance divine To most others: their bestest friend, who hangs cute and coyly sublime. Link to comment
DesDownunder Posted January 21, 2013 Report Share Posted January 21, 2013 I liked the sex bit. Seriously, I share Camy's admiration...super poem, indeed. Link to comment
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