My Great New Poem

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My current work-in-progress—that novella that I have posting section of on Facebook and on my LJ—involves a Lovecraftian cult in the background of the story, and I decided to talk about the sexual practices and mores of this cult. I thought some kind of “magic” involving sex would be fun to add into the mix. So yesterday, I was looking into the matter of “sex magic” and “auto-erotic” spiritual practices, including those promulgated by the occult groups with which Aleister Crowley was involved in the early years of the 20th century. Somehow my research got a bit sidetracked, and I stumbled upon a gay porn site, one of the really funny ones that evidently originate in a non-English-speaking country, but where all the text on the site has been translated—very poorly—into English. The site contained several rather wordy paragraphs of text, supposedly describing various videos that one could see a preview of or download. Oddly, all of the pics accompanying the text blocks were on a single theme: medical examinations, randy doctors and their lovely patients. But the accompanying text described a much wider range of activities, or at least seemed to from what I could glean.

As I read through these bizarre paragraphs of near-nonsense, weirdly computer-translated, I found them strangely interesting in their syntax and word choice. There were broken sentences of 12 or 15 words of sheer gibberish, but then this might be followed by a phrase or clause that seemed almost lovely. I started to imagine that this text could work for live performance if one wanted to present a ridiculous parody of a pretentious Beat poetry or slam poetry reading. I imagined William S. Burroughs sitting in a smoke-hazed café somewhere in 1960, stoned on heroin, listening to a young poet reciting this text, someone in the background tapping on a bongo drum.

So I copy/pasted several paragraphs of text from the porn site, and spent about ten minutes editing them into the following gay erotic “poem,” overbearingly titled “Learning My Opener-Word: Nut-Fogged Impressions of the Orgy Years in the Twink Gay Fora…A Found Poem.” I did not add any language to what I snagged from the porn site. All I did was delete words and add punctuation, emphasis and capitalization occasionally. I didn’t even rearrange the order in which I found it, or mix sentences from different paragraphs. What follows is exactly as I found it, in the order I found it, just with my minor edits. Now, I would like for someone to perform a live café reading of it and capture it on video and post that video online. Then it will be Art, man!

The piece itself contains some sexually explicit language, so reader discretion is advised. Oddly, however, considering its source, it ended up not being as crazily pornographic as it might have been.

And now, without further delay, my newest work, “Learning My Opener-Word: Nut-Fogged Impressions of the Orgy Years in the Twink Gay Fora…A Found Poem.” 

 

I

Cleaning a sharp, hot lad's collar on my adoration, he wanted, thus silky, to take me.

Toby was expected, (the semen), cloudy on our tears.

His guys moaned like a boy in leather pants. Their body-towels trained my rest definitely, and instead fucking it.

Raymond had ended up with laurel. Most of the Colorado hard-ons will breathe in when they have done their friction.

But I need this, and you can drool it too.

II

I know it apart strangely, in my strings and shouts and collages, 

with my family seduced.

Now my owner, the gay guy in shorts, wraps his throat, and you wonder with a new man of “hole” and “afternoon.”

He was my dick in the mirror-mouth.

Considered exclusively, and gag a third twin's hot sex, 

finally done passionately his returning goose.

When I got to see how much cum can you fit in an ass, my drunk friend was rocking.

III

Fully he comes, this hard photo of Archie, 19, gay boy.

Pulsating, let his cum go in your mouth.

The guys quietly thought "twink abuse," the doctor fingers and winds.

John spread like a fast dick on my years, and against my expression-juices, kind of fucking it up, which felt also fine altogether.

I reached his Robert Long nude trophy, making up and down, 

stroking my household.

Still, Scott had tokens in his legs, twink-fucked man.

His was a room thicker and longer, but just one of us had any gay twink forum.

IV

I can slowly feel his vulnerable, cold spirit in the huge naked sleeping boy, 

blogs dragging from the torso.

I find again, give the hand of cum. Cum on asses, 

and Jaze's equipment-dressed thatch-covered ear.

Smith's foyer when Kevin walked: Chris and I were wanting until our hands leaned, and we could tell a young boy's thoughts, stuffed from guys.

His young ass was drinking at a cold drawer. I was frequently lavishing him. 

He was one little cute young hunk. My hard ass wondered to tell.

Away yet: his boys in boxers pushed, locker-hard -- what, Vaseline? 

But then he swore again, ignoring me, the rest playing with cocks, sharing my fuck.

We went to kiss. Drew cried in soft but visible shorts.

V

Slowly even, it was still a guy in boxers to the throat, 

restlessly the calterrans would wipe.

He blows load, hanging me off of his hip.

Ben, the handsome red cock, models.

Straight boys sleep together, Joe choked, getting to reach his company 

along my gay hand, covering mouth and perfectly crouched, 

caressing the sexy inches that were thrusting through me.

He reached his sex out together.

The least hot emo lads, nude, asleep, came in me, man. 

I came out a creamy fact as he chatted my cock-minutes, 

learning my opener-word.