Screw Oneself

...The crown of a man is his deeds
The down of a man is his creeds.
Lie down that way, snuggle, stay cozily inert
Your hands will find their way through it
They will get busy by themselves
Men are made like this.
...Deeds for which you will be honored one day
When the fluff is gone, when age
Has torn away that quilt.

...It is like a rain in the night:
It isn't the rain that begets
––Procreation is a grain-to-grain job
Needs forwarding hands, happens in public––
But the soak helps it come up.
The swampland of your body is your acting is your crown.
...You accomplished your work quite the way
Nature does it– undercover, oozing, effortless
That alone with oneself.

June 23, 2005