Sex Majik Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

Poles
do part
those regions
nether, churning
chaos into art; a practice
which induces an infinite love
while producing all that finite lusting fuss …
sustained or short / spiritual or physical
some poles produce an ideal
that is indeed sensual …
of course, there is that selfish
stuff and that selfless fluff we each
know is a lie … and then there is
that immortal thingy
when the ‘heat' is on and
one's mortal is in!
Yea! It is good to be
‘stuck' all the way in … there!
And in a morally productive ways in too!
But … sometimes that destructive pounding
gets the reaction reacting readily riding in da hood!
Whatever! Exchanging one's ‘love' for one's ‘lust'
is inherently part of the human species ‘push' …
or should I say ‘kush',upon which one's ions
become photons and go somewhat thermonuclear!
Of course, this may be operational? Yea, a few of US
equal the world's best puddy destruction! This being
optimally optional and certainly with most certainty
impulsive! Phuuck! IAM clearly becoming energetic
and slightly crazed … that is, my crystal balls are blued
from some younger stuffing's …this is being absolutely
humanistic and instinctive! What else is that smell for?
Yes, all men are rabid as junk yard doggs about chasing
down and mounting that strange! Say, what is all this
German Schist and petting puddy and drinking gog
have to do with some good loving that is lusty?
Inner beauty? What does your tiny head see?
Appearance is rather lust inducing, as is odour!
Oops! got those four backwards! Hey! You ever
do four boxes backwards? In the same setting?
Blanked holes? Parts of hearts? Ace of Spades?
Look, your brains are not as sophisticated as
your balls! And most certainly, your balls are
not as armored as your brains! So, what is
gonna move out of the way of a swift kick faster?
Your balls, or your brains? Pray tell US what good
is a man dogg's word? And what good comes from
the depths of a human's unconsciousness? Nada!
Nothing! Scratch! Somewhere in the universe
is part of one heart … and believe me … that
part has not one particle of love in it … but it
is, on its way; to this earth this very daze …
There are no distinctive meanings across
the all of humanity that clearly define
for each member of humanity what
love has to do with anything human …
disprove this if you care to spend the next
thousand years chained to a desk! And there
is no rational explanation for the rationalization
of the suspected crossing and contamination
of any human's love and or lust affliction or
effect upon or mental condition concerning
this, totally fubar characteristic; of the most
basic behaviours of the species human!
How is that for a circling jerking of this
wright's word workings? Phuuck! This
seer is just too easily done! Let's US
simply list all this other chafe!
Allopathic … A round pole
does not fit in a square hole!
Psychopath … fool cannot get
any strange at all!
Homoeopath … hair of the doggs?
bitten by hordes of snakes?
Sociopath … asleep at the wheelhouse?
Love does however kiss, diss, honour
ravish, sight, blind, devour, nourish
replay, betray, impress, oppress
centralize, lead astray, express
depress, creates health, makes
one lame, is the gamble, is the game
is platonic, bubonic, shameless, is that shame
is volcanic, is within each raindrop, dew drop
gum drop, tear drop, cum drip … whatever!
is an Abel that is Cained, weeps and laughs as
do prophets and demons at the bar together!
is fruitful, is vain, is needed, is greedy, manic
both sane and insane and demonic … is beastly
especially out behind the barn! Is flighty, be it
witheither the dove or an eagle! Love is
indeed hatred, as you cannot feel either
without having experienced both. Love
is passion and compassion whether from
above or beneath, it is a constant lifelong
climb and not lost for it is just out of reach
and can be seen … love is inclined to decline
and sometimes rebound … kinda, sorta, maybe
Love is never, ever lost … someone always finds it.
Love and lust are familiars and thus bound at each
others core… hyperbole methinks? Love cannot
give satisfaction … as satisfaction is an earned
attraction … Lust as love may end … but not if
the pole is long and phat enough! Lust and not
love is at the base of this here universe… come
on now … keep the directions of all of the
worlds worth's in your minds … Oh!
Sorry! None of your minds can handle
this truth! Lust is based in itself stupid!
Name anything that is as lust in anything
non-human! Dumb Asps! No one cares
what subject is taught! What subject is
so now taught?
Skull and Bones?
Rock, Paper, Scissors?
Who is the Word Wizard?
God has a Wife! And
She is Mad As Hell!
Not at her son the devil!
Go Figure! Goats Head Soup!
Sincerity, responsibility
and the opposites … are
a moot point now …
You wish to be confirmed?
Are you phuucking crazy?
You think Covid is the last
beta test?
How stupid are you?
Sacrifice? What the phuuck
have any of you humans sacrificed?
Obedience? What besides that whip
or stick or fist every got your obedience?
Lust is not aimless … you aimed to get you some!
Love is not aimed … it is arranged … Your families
do fix your shyte, before it gets broken! Love and
Lust are not subjects, and these cannot be secrets!
Love, and Lust are not; poles apart The Artic and
the Antarctic are! And Really … Union is Rugby
and there is no love or lust going on there!

P.S. There are no victims of lust …
only partnerships in such.