Congratulations, Edward!

CELEBRATING HIS ASS

they try to block your dick

with their little pills

x

for blood pressure, prostate, heart

they figure you’re an old guy

x

so what’s the difference

and just to stay alive

x

you go along with it, take the goddam pills

but how lucky I am

to live with an antidote to their poison

x

whatever the depredations of age

he still has one goddam beautiful ass

x

and just looking at it

I can’t stop pulling on my dick 

x

I follow him around like a dog

drooling over the ballet of his movements

and can’t stop pulling on my dick 

x

actually, anything he does

goes to my dick

and he’s walking around naked all the time

x

I get to watch him putting on his clothes

watch the way he fills his underwear

and even better when he takes it off

x

and when he does the dishes naked

each cheek as he moves

here and there at the sink

altering its shape, its roundness

x

and I can’t stop pulling on my dick

x

and when he bends over

I ‘m riveted by the beautiful

crack of his ass,  and can’t stop

pulling on my dick

x

and when he does his daily exercises

I’m breathless, I’m breathing hard

I’m sipping the nectar of the gods

x

oh lord, let me die looking at that ass

with my hand still pulling on my dick

x

Edward Field, in my opinion, one of the great poets of his time. His poem about World War 2 and being shot down in a bomber is probably the best poem of that war. And there is plenty of other work just as great. He has been overlooked because he was a narrative writer in a very “languagey” context. Fuck that! His work will never be forgotten.