Today's Want To Fuck Friday Poetry is on the theme of the economics of sex. Men are required to pay up for sex -- whether it be for a stripper, a prostitute, a girlfriend, a wife or especially, an ex-wife. The following poem couples the hollowness of paying for sex with the horrors of mortality -- two things that are inevitable. This could also be considered an introduction to future posts on this issue, because it is important and rarely discussed from the male perspective.
The payment for sex is culturally ingrained from the hooker and stripper on one side of the spectrum to the wife and mother on the other side. A woman's sex appeal is an actual economic commodity which can be utilized in various ways. From an emotional stand point, the economization of sex is very deadening for the male, because he always has a subconscious hunch that the attention he is receiving is for his pocket book, not for any intrinsic qualities he might possess. Those economic aspects of the sexual interaction color every little bit of fucking.
I know I have a couple of homosexual readers and I would be intrigued for their take on the economic implications of sex or if this is a hetro-guy thing.
Stripped
Green faced dead men
Minutely furrowed brows
Ghostly repetitions in light
Numeric representations
Of my sweat and labor ---
Minutely furrowed brows
Ghostly repetitions in light
Numeric representations
Of my sweat and labor ---
For them I can see flesh.
Grey faced women
Mockingly skin expose
Ghostly apparitions in dark
Simulated representations
Of sex or labor —
For the green faced men.
Mockingly skin expose
Ghostly apparitions in dark
Simulated representations
Of sex or labor —
For the green faced men.
Grey faced man,
Manly fractured hearts
Ghastly searching for mercy
Demanded contributions
Of love and labor lost –
For the old dead poet:
Manly fractured hearts
Ghastly searching for mercy
Demanded contributions
Of love and labor lost –
For the old dead poet:
Sonnets of love
Spilled off the ink of his pen
His love gone
Stripped of life and gone
As is he.
Spilled off the ink of his pen
His love gone
Stripped of life and gone
As is he.
All we are left with is ink ---
Ink bleeding poetry
Or Ink creating furrows in the brows
Of famous dead men –
For which flesh can be stripped away
Leaving nothing but exposed nerves
For the length of a poem or song.
Ink bleeding poetry
Or Ink creating furrows in the brows
Of famous dead men –
For which flesh can be stripped away
Leaving nothing but exposed nerves
For the length of a poem or song.
