man
all these fempoets
hate sex
he said
you must not have met
some of the ones
I know
I told him
well
some of them
don't hate it exactly
but none of them
are any
good at it
so give up
I told him
find a nice
cowgirl
or something
no way
he said
I have to remain
available to the
poetry
gene pool
natural insemination
services
available
widely published
genes
hell
he said
social duty
fulfilled is worth
any price
you dip
I told him
those babies would
follow you through
every incarnation
fuck up your karma
among the choir
invisible
yeah
he said
and their
mommas too
just think
down the line
the artistic complexity
of it all
trailing clouds
of babies
lesbian mommas
and poetry
into a red karmic
sunset
but just as things
were getting really
interesting
one more Jameson's
and he was
out
cold
© 1995 by
Michael McNeilley
Published in Penny Dreadful Review, Nashville, TN, 1997.