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Sex.
Eros is a voyeur,
And he takes pleasure in my exertion and repetition,
My never-ending sex ambition.
Flesh and latex
A queer synthesis with noxious vapours,
The hardest drug you’ll ever take.
The greatest anti-depressant
My arse!
For this wyrm is really the root of all;
Yggdrasil’s greasy
With three naked ladies rubbing his girth.
Grinding the earth and their lips on the knurls,
Adequate picture of pretence society - Knowledge is nothing in the face of sexuality.
Romance and commitment doesn’t stand a chance,
With dizzying pheromones clogging our pours
So that TV ads may give us
Their cures.
With ready evidence, such as this
It’s hard to see, with any whim
How romance is different from any other
Regime money-making scheme.
Eros is an entrepreneur,
And he knows he will earn more than his Mother,
‘My loving daughter, I shall set free
Upon the earth; Hedone
A ripe synthesis of lust and mind
It’s hard for you to not comply.’
And he takes pleasure in my exertion and repetition,
My never-ending sex ambition.
Flesh and latex
A queer synthesis with noxious vapours,
The hardest drug you’ll ever take.
The greatest anti-depressant
My arse!
For this wyrm is really the root of all;
Yggdrasil’s greasy
With three naked ladies rubbing his girth.
Grinding the earth and their lips on the knurls,
Adequate picture of pretence society - Knowledge is nothing in the face of sexuality.
Romance and commitment doesn’t stand a chance,
With dizzying pheromones clogging our pours
So that TV ads may give us
Their cures.
With ready evidence, such as this
It’s hard to see, with any whim
How romance is different from any other
Regime money-making scheme.
Eros is an entrepreneur,
And he knows he will earn more than his Mother,
‘My loving daughter, I shall set free
Upon the earth; Hedone
A ripe synthesis of lust and mind
It’s hard for you to not comply.’
Published 3rd Sep 2010
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Anonymous
4th Sep 2010 3:31am
A rich and satisfying observation of sex. I'll extend my Sylvia Plath comparison, made on your other poems, thus: if Plath were a pot-smoking, horny gay man, with aching loins and a cumbersome heart, she'd be a lot like you.
