Birds of a Feather

Sleek ruinous sex songs sirenate upon luxurious legs of gazelle
sauntering newborn, wobbly on high heels
begging for tedium and brawn
transparent erections of plumage display. uplifted
expose more than naked chicken ass
out on the pavement pigeons strut
like the last Dodo on dead-end island, mateless
in the blood and breathing Dutchman’s oven
a delightful luncheon for a scurvy crew
follicle roots bleeding, gums all receding
teeth painted in dots as dice
rolling chompers, deceased ivory soldiers
never to penetrate flesh again
whether twilight or dawn
gleaming last or first
pelvic thirst enfevers feeble brains
boiling testosterone stew
tossing in estrogen meat
hop, strut and puff
claw, tear and gnash
sneak, creep and surprise
there are many paths up fuck mountain, mounting
pitchers on their mounds
the grass is on the field
eggs are cracking into skillets. hot
hot, hot, hot
men are warbling on the stage
showmanship of the rod and staff
love this if you can and try hard if you can’t
to take wing and get away
deny all earthly pleasure
keep the flag from flying free, under cassock and God
my indivisibility is failing
I divide and I let loose
like a bird upon the wing
circling celibate hens in monastical coops
zeroing in on targets forbidden
all this love all pent up
I am a swan sticking it home in Leda
O. my child
Behold! For I am the Lord thy God