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.”