Same Sex

Can one have two mothers and no father?
Can one have two fathers and no mother?

"Yes, we can!"

Was that not the electoral slogan
of the last campaign?

Mona pregnant, Lisa braless

They, the editors, full covered page featured a pot belly actress,
Demi Moore, looking like Mother Nature Goddess,
24 months pregnant before Planet Earth was born.
The full cover page ad was a sensation,
particularly among boys 50 to 84,
who would gladly have sacrificed their left testicle
for a chance to crawl back into a womb.

Years later, the editors mused - Guys we can better!
Thus, was conceived a new full cover page
featuring a peroxide blond, dressed in black, in spike heals,
bra half open, breast protruding, into the mouth of her three year old son,
on a step ladder sucking timidly the nipple,
and,looking sheepishly at us by way of the camera.

The latest full cover page has been controversial to say the least,
a wow sensation and a lolly pop treat for thumb sucking boys of every inclination,
who now must rethink saline tits.

Glowing Pearl

In the deep of everyone
lies a pearl God-given
in likeness of the Giver,

A soul is not destroyed
though it be buried
under mounds of grime and crime,
but recovered shines once more,
pulsates and glows for all of time

Inspired by Teresa of Avila's "The Interior Castle"

Corridor of Statues

I walked a garden of African statues,
statues of considerable weigh,
weight of stone, mother lode statues
sculptures of mothers and babes,
babes of brawn, elephants and rhinos,
crocodiles also in wait for wildebeest

I weigh and way to photo them,
who now majestic march through me.

Immaculate Tablets

The intrigue over gravestones is;

the whiteness of their structures;
citizens' names, dates of arrival,
dates of departure.

Nothing unsavory in between,
not wished for happy endings,
but neat and groomed burials.

Rhino Horn

The half dressed nude you stretched
the prude deems porn,
you judge if not merely popcorn.

I Am A Chameleon

I have a whining bagpipe in my gut,
the feverish dancing of the frenzied, too.
the hand clapping of negro spirituals,
even the jack boot marches of the fascists,
these tie me to tribal memory
and the solar energy of which we're integral.

It is not so much that I am an internationalist,
I am a chameleon.