Gustave Courbet – Origine du Monde

Why do you allow it to dominate the brain,

This feeling things have come to roost, right here and now?

Like a writer out of style, steep yourself in porno,

Morbidly refining what hardly seems worthwhile;

The sad sperm swimming through a current that is hostile.

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By the sacred beard of that opening from which all coming came,

Liberate your gaze from the consequence of pain,

Since before you grew to be a mujahidin you were a sex addict,

Watching the Christians fuck.  Forget you are a bomb.

Escape into the bed where bad is merely puerile.

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Gather rosebuds while ye may, log on to a site;

Make a profit, seek a pleasure. Buy a wench and bang her.

Lubricate your flight from the consequence of gain

In a realm removed from where things are just bad:

The fresh waves fearing that their journey will be futile.

xxx

Published in From Inside, High Window Press, UK 2017 – available on Amazon, ebay.