I saw you struggle to contain it
Within the seams of your dirty jeans.
This was the charming of the snake.
I saw you struggle to tame it
My ass was both carrot and stick.
This was the breeding of the horse.
I saw you struggle to explain it
As your seed exploded past my face.
This was the flapping of the dove.
Your phallus,
So stout in its erectness,
A statue of greatness,
Plants a warmth inside my lower depths.
Your shaft,
A willing member of our union,
Free of scruples and neurosis,
Acts on the purest animal lust, not love.
Your meat,
Too proud in its prime,
Stands free, above all other meagre offerings,
Takes what it wants without hesitation.
ENDINGS
For a man, there is no ending
To his journey home.
Because, it’s like James Baldwin
Said: Perhaps home is not a place but
Simply an irrevocable condition.
He is a lone drifter,
A wandering soul,
A hungry vagabond,
A wing-clipped angel.
Don’t wait for him.
He cannot stand still.
Just watch him run –
A child at heart.
CRYING
He is ashamed
For others to
See his stony face
Crumble.
But crumble is
What will be –
Tears of lifelong
Amnesty.
Only figures of
Fatherly stature can
Claim witness to such
Calamity.
STRENGTH
Man is strong
Like ox or beast.
See him wrestle with defeat.
Much rather would he die
Than lose a fair fight.
See him grin with pride.
Even mere games
Must resemble a war.
See him never lose sight.
FATHERHOOD
He would rather
Paint pictures or
Play piano than
Raise a child.
He would rather
Stay a child –
Be free of all responsibilities –
Than raise a child.
He would rather
Run freely towards
Far away places
Than raise a child.
He would rather
Avoid the future
Until its all that’s
Left to do.
CREATIVITY
No man can resist
The call of creating –
Spreading their seed
On blank canvases.
No man can resist
The sound of accolades
And the praise of seductive
Strangers.
No man can resist
Finding dissatisfaction
In all his work. That is just
How he is.
THE WOMEN
These lusty, lost boys.
So in love with all the
Girls – their toys. So often
Praising the wonder
Of their bodies and breasts
But often failing to
Understand what lies
Yonder.
What makes a man a man? It’s a question that hangs over both Bobby and Sung-Nam in Five Easy Pieces and Night and Day, respectively.
ALONENESS
Man is a solitary creature.
Or so he likes to say.
He often longs for company.
He often wants to play.
Yet in his heart
He feels the void
And, perhaps,
He cannot stay. So
He does what he’s
Always done.
He runs.
He runs
Away.
Hand slips down waistband.
Rub or Tug with childish glee.
Clean up with Kleenex.
And happy you will be.
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