Sunday, April 17, 2011

Cock Don’t Droop for Allen Ginsberg by David Mac



*
Dig a grave for the pathos of my
cock
Read me my rights to the ghost of my dick
it’s shrinking
that’s what I’m thinking
it’s going back into my mind

Doomy demise, Allen
Cocky defeat in the meat shop

But always in my dreams
an eerie midnight dick
heavy with surprise
of oil and cream spurt
ooze silvery substance

But wait, what’s going on?!
Where’s my teenage cock gone?

*
Mimic my cock
caw for my cock
raven beak for my cock
shadow my cock shroud
my cocky funeral song

Hey you stupid fuck
get your crown and make my cock king!

Weep, the way my organ never made it
I’m sorry, babe, it’s too bad
too bad
never meant it to be like this

What about my reluctant bone?

No rib this
this is my dick, dick, dick!
It can’t get no more important than that
so man the phones
and report this down
This is the news!

Cock, cock!
Ancient cock!

*
Please help
my cock is eating my thoughts
and all I know is my pink worm, maggot, snake
my good pipe
my old organ flop
falling fast

Cock is life
should be a dream
Balls of paradise wait
shake tremble
lament

Oh no, why’d it have to end like this?
An impotence as fearful as the universe

Dick should be like ET’s neck
Dick should resemble elephant’s trunk
Dick should droop fireman’s hose
Dick should hang like thick rope
Should stab like a killer
Should penetrate the world

Ah, I can’t think no more
on the mystery of sex and cryptic genitalia!

Cock, cock, cock!

*
Cock of agony!
Cock of gloom!
Cock of my life boom!
Crazy cock of paranoia!
Cock the fear drunken droop!
Cock the wilt flower root!
Cocky abject fever!
Cock eating me alive!
Cock on the moon!
Cock full of apathy
(and nowt else)
Cock son-of-a-bitch
Lugubrious cock of woe

Cock falls like a feather!
Saddened it flops
down
Get up get up get up!
Get up, motherfucker!

Poor fleshy shaft
limp and to the side
No more stiff column jutting strut
but weak
a sexless gland

Allen, it’s not funny no more!
See my cock laughing?

*
Don’t hurt my cock
Don’t commit cock suicide
Tragic sexless vulture skin
Gimme good youth for my organ

Cock endangered species!
Cock almost extinct!
Cock in council tower block!
Cock over my town sky!
Cock fast down motorway!
Cook thoughts
in a wok
and feed to my cock!

Cock can do: cock-a-doodle-doo!
But everything is destined and manifested by my glory cock
my frigging prick
my tarse!

Make my cock golden emperor
shaman visionary
wild beat hero
fecund feral febrile God

Sort my girth out
in your hands
you old wanker

Byron, show me your
big Byronic member!
Morrison, withdraw your
gorged black leather!

Waggle it about in the world

*
Hey, all you stupid people,
stop fucking about and waiting for your cock to die!

Life hates my cock Death hates my cock
Is there an Angel for my cock?
Is there a monument carved thick for my dick?
Is there a new holy religion based on my cock?
Can my cock perform mystic voodoo?
Can it recite the magic?
Can my cock squeeze some more time?
Can my cock poke more at the fleshy honey?
Can it unlock secret doorways?
Will my cock last the ages?
Will it self-destruct?

*
(In parts of Asia it’s believed poor paranoia cock
will retreat
back into the body
and kill the lad!)

*
Girl juicy arse, girl heavy tit, girl succulent thigh!
Girl rounded belly, girl wet lips, girl liquid eye!
Girl, girl, girl!
A girl for my cock?
Where is a girl for my cock?

I don’t know
I don’t know my cock
I can’t handle his questions

Cock, don’t look at me like that!
Cock, don’t be blind in the dark!
Cock, come to life

Come to life, cock and
fuck in the world

I want you to know
we can work this out

Once more

Cock
awaken
awake


Cock
Alive




Author bio:

David Mac is a 32-year-old wino forklift driver from the UK whose work can be found in Ambit, Purple Patch, The Journal, Weyfarers, United Press, Monkey Kettle, Clockwise Cat, Urban District Writer, erbacce, Urban Landscapes, Heroin Love Songs, Neon Highway, KRAX, Moodswing, Antique Children, Danse Macabre, Mud Luscious, Burning Houses, This Zine Will Change Your Life, Poetry Over Coffee, Global Tapestry Journal, Obsessed With Pipework, Howls and Pushycats, Word Riot, Decanto, The Delinquent, Streetcake, Dawntreader, Sarasvati, as well as being a featured poet on The Poetry Kit’s ‘Caught On The Net’. He has various self-published chapbooks available plus ‘These Dirty Nothings’ and ‘Room is Brutal’ from erbacce-press.

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