sex

doesnt anybody ever write about sex anymore…

well I mean successfully…and that means to

provoke arouse inspire and to shed new skin…

america it seems strange such universal stuff

as sex should be so religiously rejected

but it is isnt it…even the boundary stretchers…

to me guys like kerouac brautigan thompson

they dont seem to have a clue now do they…

well maybe they cant deal with tits assholes

wet pussy and drooling erections…thats not art.

hemingway faulkner fitzgerald didnt pull it off

neither did vonnegut or heller or roth

they all suck when it comes to sex…

wheres the sexy literature wheres the sex…

oh there are some that seem to get it

robbins is sexy and burroughs and mccarthy

and especially bukowski get it right

but fuck all the others who are either

too old and censored or too young and arrogant

america what have you done to our sex.

and what about our poets…what about pound

and williams and olson what about cummings

(at least he has a good name doesnt he)

and lowell and berryman and jeffers and hughes

and what about ohara and snyder and corso

even that gay rights groundbreaking ginsberg

let politics and religion destroy him

(it wasn’t the drugs he just got boring)

and even whitman who is so passionate about life

well he just isnt very erotic now is he.

and i for one just dont get it…

sex is the one subject on everybodys mind

its the bewitching brew its the cauldron of cum

its the steamy fantasy and the biological urge

the big bang the erotic explosion the cosmic climax

sex is what we all think about when we can relax

why sex is the best feeling in the whole world

the physical act that satisfies our human suffering

and celebrates our births our deaths our lives

america what have you done to our sex.

i thought sex was liberated in the sixties

when bras were burned and nipples set free

and the miniskirt was a revolution of thighs…

and didnt gays come out and march in manhattan

and someone once say that love is all you need

and werent people making love not war…

but then later came the dead eighties and aids

and sex now is no longer a symbol of rebirth

as much as a metaphor for suffering and death…

well now we know you cannot ignore sex.

now its just boring…who can even bother to

sit still long enough these days to get off…

i mean who really cares…and even when

you stand up in public and shout about it

get drunk and scream and extremely scatological

and shock everyone with your outrageous behavior

its still boring and void when you wake up

in the wasted morning with nothing but a hangover

and as far as im concerned isnt worth the effort…

unless of course you want to talk about sex.

marriages have been created and destroyed by sex

civilizations crumbled in the name of cleopatras cunt

men get violent and fight over pussy tits and ass

people go to hospitals and jails and morgues

because someone gives it away or not at all…

and women want it too women crave sex

they want to be taken like a slut and made

to feel naughty like daddys dirty little girl

or special and floating on the wings of angels…

we know your lust for those trashy romance novels.

the world screams for the ultimate orgasm

men and women and boys and girls demand it

i want to suck your cock and make you come

i want to suck your cunt and make you come

oh baby look at me im as stiff as a seahorse

yes and im as wet as a mermaid mount me now…

sex is everywhere computers movies magazines

sex has even invaded your prime time space

wake up america we all have a hard on

and hot cunts and asses and vivid imaginations.

theres plenty of murder and love and mystery

theres ample joy and sorrow and pleasure and pain

but america why arent you talking about sex…

no more witty dialogue and tedious description

humor is good but what can be funnier than sex…

america its time to create a classic new artform

full of cunts cocks confusion intrigue and drama

stop being so blatant and obligatory and contrived

you know sex is the key to unlocking our erotic souls

and is exactly what you should be busy producing.

the orgasm is the poem in exploded form

its the painting conceived beyond the frame

the unseen sculpture standing heroically naked

in the middle of nowhere…erections existing

only because the imagination envisions it…

no more shame but instead pride

pride in your lustful american desires

sex in america is alive and well and

maybe just maybe with a little bit of luck

we will all be horny and satisfied tonight.