FROM BAUD TO VERSE
Sodomy
is your split-level neighbour -
a shock to your taste,
but, oh! the savour
of delicious drama set
down in your midst
and you dish to your
friends with your hetero lisp
and you cannot accept
what you cannot reject
and you swore false
allegiance to the opposite sect
and you gave up your life
so that you could protect
what is natural, normal
and law.
Sodomy is your next-door
conundrum
that you cannot look at
and can't look away from
for it draws your
attention with deviant charm
and sends creeping
numbness the length of your arm
as you lie there abed,
staring out at the Beast
and you say that you're
not like that man in the least
as the rate of your heart
and your hand both increase
and the sheets bear your
lie with no shame.
Sodomy is a proximate
proxy
for your secret fondness
for heterodoxy
and you long to accept
what you need to reject
but these pearls of
wisdom will not you bedeck.
To do so would leave you materially abject
and your wife and your
children would then be bereft
and your heart and your
soul and your home would be cleft
but they are even now:
welcome home.
(1)
Cigar
chomping wit,
I miss your vulgar wisdom.
Walk tall in the sky.
(for Goody, 1975-2005
– tell those angels in rubber that I said ‘hi’, and hold up the RPG tournament
‘til I get there…but, dear heart, be prepared to wait a while…)
(2)
The sound
of one goose.
Lonely, but this time no crowd.
This, I do
not need.
(inspired by the passing of a solitary honker,
early in the morning…)
(3)
The pup’s
covered paws
Cannot conceal his largeness.
Want to fetch a bone?
(It’s not subtle – a Great Dane, hands in bondage mittens, and a
lustful Canadian Grizzly Cub lurking above…)
(4)
The moon
rubs the clouds
‘til they part like furry thighs.
Head arched up, I howl.
(horny Bear waiting for bus at night, observing the world around him
and seeing sex in its every fold…it took me quite a bit of thought NOT to make
this poem filthy…and, no, I DON’T consider it obscene in its current form…)