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MONOGAMOUS POLYGAMIST

By Konrad Payne

Perverse images tear my overwrought readings asunder.

I picture myself in a transparent cage,

Interacting poignantly in a contrived masquerade.

A used car22 miles to the gallon.

Coughing and hugging the road in each desperate move

To avoid malfunction-

The new one's a '75 Grand Prix-

Luxurious, powerful, sophisticated trick.

Can't blame him though;

f you had the choice which would you rather drive? insecure ramblings of a madman

Clinging to a dream that never did exist.

Romantic schemers can't live with practical know-howers You know.

Polygon or monogram?

Christ, life can be a trial

f you frame your jury with paper mache.

Salmon swim upstream, but I'd prefer being a whale. build the current affect rather than effect. Timeless mind, drift me backward to medieval days. See me, the pauper courting the Knightdisrobe my inner Wares.

He in turn pokes and marvels at one

Whose caste-iron is barely above that of a beast's. This is justice?

Sigh, enough is too much.

European candor will package my fears

And telegraph them to Thailand,

Belfast children notch their breath on TV's,

And me, I do believe,

Il lift up my hood, stroke through the sea,

Drawing art deco at a round table surrounded by weeds. Polygon or monogram?

My verbosity permits both to seep in....

A privilege, I alone, can create in my head.

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נעמת לי מאד נפלאתה אהבתך לי

אהבת נשים

HIGH GEAR

POETRY

DAPPER DUDE

By John Nosek

Here comes that dude, struttin' stud so stiff.

Head held high, his socks to the sky,

Lookin' for love, I see him lap-

pin' the suds.

Hail dude! You get me so hot. Turn my head; Let's shake up a long shot.

Harder than the U.S. Steel That boy makes me rock and reel.

Come down here Slut; give it to me straight.

I want it all. Hot damn, I just vile ventilate.

Dapper dude, healthy hunk, crusty cream,

Runnin' runt, Pzazzin' pullin' punk.

He knows what he wants; he wants what he sees;

I do believe the danglin' dude's pointin' at me.

What can I say? Boys, you want it too,

Every inch of that love, slip n' slide, steam up streamin. Hot filthy trash, don't tramp on my trick.

That dude's divine; but can't you see he's all mine!

Me and my dude, we're gonna get it on.

Man-to-Man lovin' round the clock-shock cummin' Can't get enough, funky fluff. Sho nuff, Love my baby's stuff. That jivin' jerk's alright with me; Give me my man, his piece, a taste of tranquility.

Dapper dude, healthy hunk, crusty cream,

Runnin' runt, Pzazzin' pullin' punk.

I know what I want; I need what I see.

Oh, come now boys, shoot those slippery guns at me.

LUCIOUS CARLOS

By Mark Astre

I have a friend, strange bedfellows we make.

September, 1975

Mutual tendencies; outdoors is where we usually copulate. Lucious Carlos and I, pretend we're undercover super-thighs. He drops ups on Thursdays,

Sends me jarless caviar over Saturdays. Kant and Hegel cause Luci to swell

Mashed potato pigeon droplets stripped him of his wealth. 'Can I offer you a shot of madness?', he playfully yells. 'Watch me hopscotch on Fred Astaire's sidewalk head. I'll twirl your life on the tip of my trigger.

Come down beside you with a cupful of limitless quiver. Prickle your mind with thoughts you never dreamed possible. Leave you to cry until I return,

Why, that's highly improbably!'

I never understand half the things the man says. All I know is how he treats me in bed.

With a smile in one hand and a rod in the other,

This body keeps thrashing toward an eruptive surrender.

Lucious is crazy or so I've been told,

But what foolish soul wants to be sane and dreadfully bored? I know we can't last much longer than never, Still it's good while it's gold.

And I'm biding my time until the storm creates weather.

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BONDO MACHO by Ziggy

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I snapped the weed that grew on your bedpost.

Can you see the Freudian guise

Of those who in their sorrow found release?

A suited manner of timeless love... You cried up my shoulder, Underneath our trustful creed.

Rebound restraint on the impassioned floor. Enter the lair; the rent brought to rail...

It's a candle flickered night; don't be uptight. This is all a game, a channel on the UHF tube.

I say Dial a Prayer, your finger is cuffed

In the human vortex of the unbridled cusp. Now we are coming,

As we rightfully wood.

Take my chain, it's pleasure is your fame; Such a shame. There's the door. Dare to open the closet.

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