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  • A girl is just a girl until you stick your cock in her,
    Then you’re dealing with some of the most momentous forces
    Known to all mankind before and after history—
    You’re the only woman I know that knows
    That a world lies outside of her, and Jackie knows
    A little Yiddish as do we all but that is world long gone—
    There is not enough Zen in this world,
    Not enough Chinese Buddhists to make the Tao real—
    Dictatorship contradicts religion and also confirms it,
    Fuck dolls make men free but also imprisons them—
    In North Korea everyone is a slave and the elite are sheep—
    Mathematics and men’s magazines are supposed to make you free
    But we all know they don’t,
    Corsets and girdles were supposed to make women more feminine,
    But we all know they didn’t,
    Naked in the dark, are you free, am I—
    As the Christmas tree burns the expanding universe down,
    Women’s Suffrage and Civil Rights making the world safe
    For strippers and rappers but not anyone else—
    Mathematically perfect as Bettie Page, historically accurate
    In the mountains of geometry
    Preteen Arab girls sold by their families,
    Raped and married and mutilated by in-laws,
    Stoned to death by the whole hellish village—
    And there you are in lace tight
    Beautiful as the shapely spheres
    Stars and blonde as midnight and dawn,
    When the aliens come down
    And the subterranean race emerges
    They’ll meet in Times Square where we’ll kiss—
    But I don’t know what love is and I don’t care,
    I am the lusty poet of abstract thought who cherishes chaos
    And your flesh and spirit though I’ll deny it and just did—
    You are my raw material like paint and canvas—
    Like chaos itself but you’re far more beautiful,
    I long to get my cock stuck in your braces at midnight,
    At dawn and in the afternoon when all time is golden
    Like your flesh naked on the horizon—
    You are the sun and the moon in the spinning sky,
    History swirling into time becoming fate,
    Becoming your toothy metallic smile and body—
    And your silver brunette shadow is beautiful too
    Your red boots’ reality waking me from my nightmare
    to your white thighs’ ripped black lace paradise—

    Posted on December 30, 2011

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