Apricocks... Be kind and courteous to this gentleman; Hop in his walks and gambol in his eyes; Feed him with apricocks and dewberries, With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries; The honey-bags steal from the humble-bees, And for night-tapers crop their waxen thighs And light them at the fiery glow-worm's eyes, To have my love to bed and to arise; -Shakespeare: Midsummer Night's Dream
Saturday, May 24, 2014
What It Is
What is it she asked
young girl on an Acid Trip
WHAT is IT
is it Sigmund Freud's half smile
through his magisterial beard
nonetheless chomping on his
big cigar does it all come down
at last to sex are we
mice in a maze cheese down
the path ignored because
we are pushing the button
that stimulates our hypothalamus
until we die from hunger
is that it
Is war just sexual frustration
all that killing and usurping
nothing more than the desire
to fuck and be fucked
are we cock blocked is that it
our guns cocked ready to shoot
and the world population
that is all about the fucking
right and world hunger
we eat to fuck and suck and
get the cum out
is that it
or maybe it is art
we live to create music
poetry paintings videos
film architecture the Pyramids
and the Sphinx they are not
just cock blocked cunt sphincter
deferred products of frustration
they are expressions of our spirit
as we push up our endeavors
up the hill of creation
that is it
Or is it
our moments of rapture
our love our awareness of
beauty of truth of goodness
of gods is not that it
wisdom emerging from our years
of fucking and fucking around
allowing us perspective
making us see and feel
ecstasy fuck is not that it
being high and sharing a pipe
or dropping acid together
that is it
isn't it?
Jack 5-24-24
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