the cunt poem / michael mcquarrie


between the chain link metal fences
behind bank vaults and erect university towers
between pilgrimages on corroded bicycles
and bullet-headed trains through dark subway shafts
between rummaging through men with shaggy beards
who accompany their dogs to whiskey
between eating sullenly from no meat tables
scraps of tofu and soybean, chewing cud
regurgitating books
between miles of authorial debris
vaulted librarian ceilings
hierarching cherubim
fingertipping gods
and hoover vacuums placed carefully over dicks
milking the way to future generosity
between streets that can only be climbed
over brick walls through granite tunnels around marble monuments
decorated in penis-shaped neckties and Ferrari-shaped balls
between bears rubbing their erections in dirt
among bulls dangling their flaccid penises from on high
between my own haunted dreadlocks screaming in unison
to enter the ashram and save Jeremiah from boiling
so he can continue dancing the depleted Michigan rag
between women licking women with curlicue toes
and ghosts slashing their own wrists
beneath memory of Ethiopia Sheba Solomon
who had 700 wives and 300 concubines

gold in their noses nipples clits
gold lining the ark of the matriarchal covenant
gold in the skin of Cleopatra
gold in the fingers of Florence Nightingale
gold in the dreams of Mother Theresa
Helen of Troy’s golden face
Marilyn Monroe’s golden hair
golden harps for Eurydice
golden locks for the bears
who gelded the bulls and ground their balls into golden dust
for ravenous, thirsty, ejaculating nomads
laden with golden manna dew
manna dew that resonated

sausage, shish kabob, gyro,
pastrami, salami, roast beef,
pepperoni pizza, pulled pork, roast goat,
beef jerky of the jalapeno persuasion,
venison, veal, voluptuous roast ham,
roadkill raccoon, sundry squirrel, snake, snail,
and slithering grubworm,
fricasseed frog legs,
deep fried cricket legs,
spider legs while sleeping,
duck, albacore, alligator,
fattened pork belly, chorizo,
carne asada, chitlin, sea urchin,
roast dog at a Chinese buffet,
fried cat at a Chinese buffet,
ground rat at a Chinese buffet,
beheaded male preying mantis in vigorously copulating death throes,

and balls, oh endless balls
almost always served as delicacies,
and never cunt
why never cunt?
from the golden temples of cunt
to the breadbaskets of cunt
to the Marie Antoinettes of “let them eat cunt”
be it deep-fried cunt,
cunt over easy,
cunt on rye,
cunt jerky,
peanut butter and cunt jelly,
honey baked cunt,
oven-roasted cunt in brown sugar,
curried cunt in potato stew,
lemongrass and rosemary cunt,
cunt with mayonnaise,
cunt with sauerkraut,
cunt with a little sugar thrown in to cut the acid,
chocolate ice cream with sprinkles and cunt on top,
cunt on the rocks with a dash of amaretto and a maraschino cherry

may we eat and forever be filled from the table of cunt
and after this last supper
may we tear down our skyscraper masters peering out from their towers
break the fascist rods given to university teachers
wash dollar bills clean and dry as unused toilet tissue
smother the muzzles of tanks within wombs
end world hunger with cunt
cure cancer with a press of a pink button
establish a new covenant on earth
cunt in a golden box for all
cunt with seraphim seating
the commands issued from those heavenly lips
emblazoned on our backs and in our wombs and revolutions
may we do unto others what we would have cunt do unto us


1 comment:

Ralph La Charity said...

R.I.P., oh Elizabeth....