Oh, what is this thing called love?
It's a concept I don't understand.
Delight that occurs at first sight?
Or can it be carefully planned?
Is it something that lasts for all time,
or will it run into the sand?
Would Priapus profit from praise,
or should he be promptly trepanned?
Is love as elusive as luck,
or can it be had on demand?
A candle that burns all alone,
or a flame to be furiously fanned?
Is love like a light in the soul,
that will last and endure and withstand?
Is it not just a chemical shot,
just a spurt or a squirt from a gland?
Does this love thing ennoble us all,
or should it be totally banned?
A danger to all it ensnares,
or something incurably bland?
A bonus and boon for mankind,
that ought to be loose in the land,
or a danger deserving restraint,
to be chained and detained on remand?
Oh, what's this enigma named love?
Allurement? Procurement? Command?
Will it harm me, or charm me, I ask:
should I fake it, or take it in hand?
Perhaps we have loved before
in the Lupanar of Pompei
goddess of Priapus
the overseer
of the fertile garden
commanded me.
We perspired upon pillows
stuffed with reeds
feathers and straw
most unwitting lady
whispered to me
"You will be Priapus!"
Content within you
likeness of dedicated fruit
made love into real fruit
worn lascivious acts
woman of well-borne grapes
dark skinned lady enraged with lust.
Stars may rise and set
but the light within us has set
night becomes one long dream
I now desire for 1000 more kisses
dark goddess of Priapus
from where Romulus and Remus
suckled the milk of the she-wolf...
King of the Gods
And his blessed messenger Hermes
(One potato two potato three potato four)
God of sky and thunder
Blessed Hermes god of persuasion
(One potato two potato three potato four)
Zeus symbols the thunderbolt eagle and bull
Priapus a son of Hermes inventor of the lyre
(One potato two potato three potato four)
Embarrassed caught stealing cattle by Pylos
Hermes turned him to stone
(One potato two potato three potato four)
...He swims
in two Centuries
His cold War
of water
An Aeonor, a "one-in-a-thousander"
Survives
- BabyBoomer -
Slowmotioning poisemass
Ballet-imposing-intrepid
like a colossal Pet!
Above & below
Fouled
by plastic Jellyfish, sets 'n nets,
Toxoids & the toxicrowdy polluted
"Men-O'-War"
on His Time.
The 5,200 RPM Priapus Phallus, &
Unpainless, murdermessed Terrapin
Carapace shelled & felled
from His Home of Aeon
Beached, beyond scarred & scalded Manatee,
Beyond-Endangered...
by the endangeroususers...
Left,
Right-now
to Us only
& the gathering flies - after the maggots -
for a "Glowspray I.D."-Interment-ignoble
out of The Sea -
this Thalassic Poet -
as Brethren search to the bottom
(knowingly)
for the disReptiled
of soft, red-eyed
Wisdom and
Grinalmostsmile
Stalled!