"An Androgynous Erotogenesis" (Verse One)

A “SKILL SEEKERS AND FANTASY FINDERS” SERIES-INSPIRED POESY (For the first part of the streak that preceded this stumbling, click here.) (For the second part, on uniformed uniformity, click here.) (For the third part, on porno boredom, click here.) (For the fourth part, on leathered liberation, click here.) …i fell myself into a fixation on read more..

 

A “SKILL SEEKERS AND FANTASY FINDERS” SERIES-INSPIRED POESY

AdamAt18

(For the first part of the streak that preceded this stumbling, click here.)
(For the second part, on uniformed uniformity, click here.)
(For the third part, on porno boredom, click here.)
(For the fourth part, on leathered liberation, click here.)

…i fell myself into a fixation on freedom
touched
this amateur night
here!
at brother’s beta club
to the tune and tidings of an apotheosis of theistic
teaching of an alpha father
in an imitation initiation of impiety toward the paternal
into a fraternal force of nurturant natures
as this child from the wildwood
wild-eyed
unturned cheeks hardly parted underneath by a thread hung extra large
is to singly sing
drowned out by contemporary christian loudness
to mouth myths to fearfully
wonderfully fake a man of
why?
yes!
myself

LeafedAdam

tree-me seer and he-she be-er
betwixt dragged acts of dollars tucked in contrived cleavage and
jock-strapped muscled hunks waggling hollered-for trunks at length
i conceive of myself as embodying an androgynous erotogenesis that reliefs the corporeal
culminating in a revelation-generation
genderfucked in make-up
dress
and dance
i am a soft man/boy with a lofty span/ploy of aerie faerie dusted lustiness
radicalizing myself in a spirited statement of abeyant rhapsody
i show skin!
i shed shame!

ShedShame

stripped of dread of the imminent
in this immanent desire for some undefined dad stand-in to lift me
higher
arch me
back
as you’d fasten yourself forwardly into a happy end of ever afters
through your subservience to my prurience
i am a rara avis!
a fata morgana!
my visage a mirage of horned consorts
main vein-loaded and mother-born
with a mischievous grin for homos of all hues and
bis wishing to buy a realized rise in this made-up hell-hole
and
in wanton lust
i want your wands on my woundedness
to be unwound in sermon sound!

Fruity

a pagan nature youth jerking in circles
an unnamby pambied pansy for you!
curiously nurturing an ancient keeping-of-peace
as my pieces spawn hard-won hard-ons
in this man-smattered backroom
teasing any scheme of rapturous release
and a seizing of times uncaptured in our jejunity
i perform in joyous, prescient presence!
being right to my sort to undo any created wrongdoing

BillSpills

with “18/virgin” sincerely scrawled on a frayed
shortened
t-shirt
untamed
yet afraid
now!
empowered in my public deflowering
it’s a burgeoning
new age to age-old worshipping of wonder

Garden

i adumbrate
simply ordering what borders on permissiveness in this postmodern posturing
my showy mission causing jaws to drop as the queen dj flips out a
“somebody call an exorcist!”
as I exercise my right to insight in flicking off cut-offs the instant a take on a bach refrain takes off in amy grant’s ecstatic chorus…
Sing your praise to the Lord!
Come on everybody – stand up and sing one more “Hallelujah!”
Give your praise to the Lord!
I can never tell you just how much good that it’s gonna do ya’!

AgeToAge

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Add a Response 10 thoughts on ““An Androgynous Erotogenesis” (Verse One)

  1. A new surprise. A new turn on a road of surprises. Now that in this instant the poetry of words is made, let’s go, in a few hour, to create the poetry of the bodies. It will nourish the new poems waiting in the unknown corners of the future.

  2. Saved by the wood of the cross, indeed. A hard-on for Amy and, you know, Jesus, too. And what’s more, your proselytizing involves man to man, wood to wood, as you whirl your puckish self into a fluidity that turns you into a blur, now you see him/her now you don’t. The quick-change, the spinning, the man/boy trying on his cock, and everyone else for size. Sounds like a good fit. Amy and Bach, leather and silk. Dick and hole. Exciting poetry, Adam. Makes one dizzy. Now I’m going to stand on my head, and read it all over again.

  3. “Our jejUNITY” as our unity as “divine children”, a uniquely gay characteristic, joyous and present. There is so much going on here, Adam. You are divinely channeling something. Keep bearing witness!

    • Precisely (all over the place), William! 🙂 I felt like I was 18 again – all cocky and cuckolded and craving release – writing this, riding this wave. Stay tuned for more witness borne. Adam

  4. I will never hear that song the same way again. Lord knows I performed it a few times in my youth. But in a choir, not quite like that. 😉

    I am continually grateful that you share these experiences with us, so we all can benefit from them.

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