“may i feel said he”

October 22, 2012 § Leave a comment

may i feel said he
(i’ll squeal said she
just once said he)
it’s fun said she

(may i touch said he
how much said she
a lot said he)
why not said she

(let’s go said he
not too far said she
what’s too far said he
where you are said she)

may i stay said he
(which way said she
like this said he
if you kiss said she

may i move said he
is it love said she)
if you’re willing said he
(but you’re killing said she

but it’s life said he
but your wife said she
now said he)
ow said she

(tiptop said he
don’t stop said she
oh no said he)
go slow said she

(cccome?said he
ummm said she)
you’re divine!said he
(you are Mine said she)

– E. E. Cummings

If the previous poem was a cornucopia of copulatory categories, this poem suggests numerous sexual positions by the use of loose parentheses. They are all over the place: hugging him and her, straddling stanzas, short and long in their embrace, tossing and tumbling about the bed of the poem. The last pair rests solely on she after declaring that the two of them are one.

Despite his avant-garde leanings, Cummings remained rooted in traditional poetics throughout his career. The use of couplets to imitate two lovers goes back to at least Romeo and Juliet.


What Humans Do

October 19, 2012 § 1 Comment

The candlelit
careful screw,

the under-the-moon
shooby doo
be doo groove,

the from behind,
the sixty-nine,
the is there time,

the I need wine,
the twisted talking
dirty grind,

the Erica Jong
zipless screw,
the I-got-somethin’-

to-prove ruse,
the primal bang,
the power game,

the long play,
the itchy-ish, sudden-ish
roll in the hay,

the take me away,
the once a month
married way,

the hail mary,
the holy-joe-

my-luck hump,
the side to side
slow pump,

the grudge fuck,
the quick poke,
the hard core,

the tenderest lap
of waves on the shore,
and the gushing rushing

endless coming
of I’ve never felt
this way before

– Wendy Videlock

What humans do: congregate, conjugate, copulate.


April 2, 2012 § Leave a comment

I think that I shall never fear
a brontosaurus that is queer,

iguanodon as fetisheer,
a mammoth bringing up the rear,
an astrodon with extra gear,

metrosexual squirrel and deer,
a breeder with a dance career,
a fruit with cauliflower ear,

a lesbianic Chanticleer,
a grinning limpish-wristed Lear,
the weird one or the mutineer,

but those who perfectly adhere,
stay clear, stay clear, stay clear, stay clear.

– Wendy Videlock

I’ve done a bad, bad thing and taken out the epigraph, if only because I found it wordy and too topical for a poem that shows taboo indulgence has been around since triassic time. Suitable for triceratops and bottoms.

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