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.
