Pornograffiti!

Personally I cannot stop looking at gay pornography.
I’m looking at porn or the porn is looking at me?
The Ego is afriad to answer: I am afraid to say.

The sphincter is the ugliest region of the body.
For many it is the mouth, the nose, the armpits.
The sphincter is the ugliest region of the body.
It is like the tight chocolate smeered mouth of a child.

I’ve seen it on display, a mouth opening, as if to utter a word.
It appears, again and again, in the most cheap horrid porn sites
littered with ramshackle calibre porn hosted by a man known only
as Yakov, though no one actually knows him, but everyone viddys
real horrorshow and waters their hose or cuts the cake…

‘Ilyich is shy, likes to be tied up
and spanked, until he is a man’

‘Aleksandr enjoys role play:
I’ll be the Father figure
you be the school boy…’

‘There is a Priest wearing a jockstrap
with the exclamation WOW! upon the crotch,
and a twink boy on his knees begging for discipline.’

‘A party of five nude perfections are studying
the power of anatomy in great detail, brushing up
on the power points of hedonistic felony.’

Pornography streaks throughout the land and mind.
In secret people sing the word: debauchery!
In secret all the middle aged men are guilty
of a voyuers lechery eyeing the school girls
in traffic jams! In secret you change tabs
or windows so your Wife-lover-Dominiatrix-psychiatrist
won’t catch that bright eyed lo–lee-ta on the screen,
on the way to school, on your mind, the hot skittish
asian queen, the lady boys of bangcock banging cock,
the hairless body builder firm as an ox as sure as his cock,
the fetish for the fat the thin the young the old, the lot!

O pornography streaks throughout the land and mind of
greasy pams, sweaty balls, hairy holes, bouncing bosoms
little plokes, spots boils horny brats and outdated Fathers
and sinister frigid sunday mothers, and a secret geriatric
home, getting all hot abd bothered under cover…

One Nation is Submissive
One Nation is Dominant

  • Meet in the bedroom
    America is screwing Britian tonight!
    Russia is very back ward and perverted!
    China, bring the dildo, and pantyhoes!
    Isreal, doesn’t have sex, it has affairs!
    Pakistan keeps everything under cover!
    One Nation is Submissive
    One Nation is Dominant
    One Nation wears the gimpsuit.

Porn runs its greasy finger up and down the Nation!
Porn oils up the citizens fueled on cosmic penetration!

Porn unzips the morals of several million dirty men and women!
Porn is the last temptation: a thirst on every mind
With all this masturbation, you can see, we’re turning blind!

Rememeber:
Pornography is to sex what the microwave is to food:
quick cheap and utterly without nutrition!
(Au contraire, fast easy and utterly moorish)

At the heart of pornography is sexuality haunted by its own
disappearance.
- Jean Baudrillard

Very bold of you to say :wink:
I liked this piece because it backs away from nothing.

Colinsign is an insufferable flame with just enough ingenuity in writing poetry and disco dancing to the an arrogant sod. His intelligence is the redeeming feature, and by knowing he is a bright fellow, he can skip gracefully along a page with a pen in a taboo fashion…seducing the admiration and attention of his critics.

One might say “gosh, I don’t like gay stuff, but this dude is one helluva writer.”

This is how poets trespass on our souls. All things, even terrible and horrible, can be made to look beautiful by a poet. Look away, my friends. Colinsign lures you into dark places where there is only feeling. Know the difference between a man’s ass and a woman’s ass, and don’t trust anyone in a room with the lights off.

Good.

Even though I believe it, I find it hard to get to grips with the extent to which the people around me are thinking about things sexual.

“Pornography streaks throughout the land and mind.”

Porn makes me depressed,
Sometimes,
When I see it.

I look away
If I don’t look through.

It’s like this:
“Oh! I’ve finally shown you
The shamefully exploitable
And dangerous passages
Into my body.”

Is that some kind of victory?
A conquest?
To fuck?

No.

I see the child
That has grown too old,
And needs a younger one to carry its mill-stone.

Detrop, I hope you don’t mind, but I’m gonna use your “poets trespassing on our souls” line as soon as I get the chance. That’s good shit.

(I tried to post this yesterday, but imageshack crashed on me.)

The line “I’m looking at porn or the porn is looking at me?” reminds me of one of my favourite cartoons, namely:

[img=http://img340.imageshack.us/img340/4996/t2cartoonoz5.th.jpg]

Haha, is that a cartoon from a newspaper or a long running cartoon of which I have no idea? The picture sums up quite well parts of this sleazy and perverted poem.