Tuesday, June 03, 2008

for free love

to live and repeat

seconds, minutes, hours waste
as cancers, arthritis, depression grow
nostalgia in an empty room in absent space
the mind wanders to
intimate conversation, relation, penetration
reminded that
i am alone in the familiar of
my own being and loss and note
that there is a pattern here of course
only a handful let in close
from boredom and fear and an unrepentant urge to fuck
it is hardly scandalous
so please don't humour me with dogma
or hate campaigns designed to alienate
they only cause reason to sober
watch porn and masturbate
for here i declare to you that
we love and love is free
that no matter your persuasion
an orgy on the street is ecstasy
to be in Paris in May '68
to paint the walls with excretion
erotic dancing in London 1908
to exist for a moment outside
and that to fuck was to live
and repeat
that something more was gained from living
and that to fuck was to live
and repeat
that something more was given and taken
and that to fuck was to live
and repeat
that something more was gained from living
and that to fuck was to live
and repeat
this is an empty shell to be broken

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