January 26, 2013

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    Hard Sell  (repost)   

     

    In the intermediate world between wakefulness and sleep

    There comes a time when sporal fluid is flushed

    Into the lower extremities somewhere between the button

    And the balls

     

    And a welcoming tingle seeps out of marrow

    Tickles hair roots to abstraction and this fever

    Penetrates and stirs the blood into a billow of flesh

    A hardening of phallic veins

     

    For in the dark of night with radio ear-piece in… he listens

    To a really cool physician/somatist holding forth

    Dispensing prosaic platitudes to mostly teen-age adolescents

    Saturated by the acrobatics of internet porno-gymnasts simulating bliss

     

    They call in - in rapid fashion - Their vacuous innocence is infectious

    Each call explicit in addressing the gyrations, positions and licking

    Of the internet athletes with whom they are obsessed

    And will it hurt if they try it themselves?

     

    He watches occasionally - dirty old man… Has it come to this?

    Has it become the norm to disgrace publicly - the flawless form

    That is the human animal? – sickening yet fascinating images

    Men women children all colors – many in manifest pain and degradation?

     

    He is appalled and yet he watches their humiliation

    With a sickening glee - hypocrite that he is

    Spellbound and yet unable to stray from the vacillating forms

    Twisting themselves into unnatural modes

     

    The grandiloquent doctor with degrees up the ying-yang

    Calms the excited youngsters with pithy advice

    Warns of dangerous sicknesses if not protected by latex

    Of pregnacies if not extinguished by the “morning-after” pill

     

    It is midnight when the sage shuts down

    But not before his engineer informs him of the “Count”

    A record forty-four calls in two hours!... And before he signs off

    He tells us tomorrow night he will pontificate - on Cable yet!

     

    The listener cannot calm himself easily

    He unplugs his wrath at the smug alienist

    His head hurts - It is another two hours

    Before he is able to sleep…

     

     

     Note: The earliest evidence of very explicit sexual imagery was discovered

     inscribed on the walls of a seven-thousand year old European cave.