Sunday, August 12, 2012

The Bad Boy Syndrome


by Pope John Paul Salon 



Wickedspeak meandring boy
            thrill me
            lick hair of a
dogpaired cocktail with anatomy music.
“Celebrate carnivale the cocktail paradise conmigo.
            Summer
            is peach blossom
            rosescent
            rainstorm &
            orange popsicles
splashed on slip
                          &
                             S
                                L
                                    I
                                      D
                                         E
                                            S
chuggling down the foaming canoecapped hill with
fathead tadpoles gupping gupping gupping…
            Mommy said bad boys all want shtupping,
But she is Jewish and bakes swirled rye so dry it tastes like old cigars.

“O mom, O mom
     how can I tell you                       
dad and his sefarih
     that he is right,
O yes my body is an alphabet
   how to say I am written by goy hands,
my Kundalini
   first coiled
released
   by a man with a goldcross draped (over)alls,
with a mythology whose evil is the snake we revere.”

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