This is a film

with fluttering pages

somewhat higher than the grimey underbelly

 

It is enigmatic representation

of Mother Nature’s phallus,

the fierce art of Jean-Michel Basquiat,

and my experience with both of them

 

I dig on on the movements 

of the penis

and the psychotherapy

they can initiate

They are fit for painting,

all neat and tidy

Their abstract form 

defies conformity
but their actions

define Dostoevsky’s loss of control

They all do their best
 

Big old beams
that fuck with reality
and the ownersip of such an enterprise

engenders pride 

like a Starship

 

Better than a loose cluster of components,

they can flip the pages 

of the Universe,

and are capable of rearranging vaginas

with their satisfactory comfortable form

Not giving a fuck 

is about as good an antidote 

to any size aggravation

a man may feel

Prescribe that attitude to yourself

Because they are not some kind of alien species

They are attached
to suffering individuals,

locked up in insecurity
inside an imaginary cage
behind bars so tight
that confidence can’t get in

But they can

touch another human being

Intimately. Completely

The hand, the mouth and this organ
have the same power of chemistry,

but not the same feeling.

Not the same connection

Not the same truth

 

Nobody is an island
and the penis and the vagina

are only separated
by attraction and availability

Categories designed
so that we may function
in an awful prison

called lack of connection

Penises

What are they really about?

Are they sincere?

Do they seek to control?

Do they love?
Do they feel badly in isolation?
Do they have anxiety issues?

Do they get depressed?
Do they ghost, and get ghosted?

No-one gets too close

to understand the feelings

of a penis

Unless
it involves sex

And nobody can control that
because it’s not a singular calling

 

Sex is a

form of expression

easiest to imitate,

and it always feels good

in some part of the body.

It makes

something feel alive

Awake

A hologram

of a desire to live
a non linear life

Enough to captivate
the fascination of others

An erection

is an invitation

to turn the page

with another person

 

Each page a metaphor

 

Each page a prescription

 

Each page a memory

 

So let your penis dance

 

Like nobody’s watching

 

When the music is playing