Male's Jungle Song

Here mind can buzz busy. Its beetles are crawling
Up bibles and vines in the dollar-green dawn.
Contagious ideas with their blue wings aquiver
Are weaving a carpet of squirm and hot slither.
In the middle of marshlands the great breast arises,
Swollen by stormclouds, rinsed by their steam,
Testosterone bubble, a torment, a trouble,
Desire, delusion and dream.

Orgiastic miasma! The crocodiles chuckle,
The worryflies cluster on festering wrong.
Mind strangles in harness of leather and rubber
And struggles in blubber as black as her tongue,
Then crawls out of oil to a holiday vision:
The pimples of hope are her roses and cream!
The breast is vanilla! The girl's a magician!
Desire, delusion and dream.


Oh jungle of Mind! Perspiration and pleasure!
The boys have bad thingers, the kittens have claws.
Philosophies rot and collapse in the clutter.
The brain is a bookcase of softening butter,
Card catalogs melting and flowing like hair.
Hot alphabet soup spells emotion supreme:
A trick of the fever? Some milk from the Mother?
Desire, delusion and dream.

send in by vv (04-2000)

07/06/2008 10:11:42 AM