A poem. Provocation.

Deliberately, I provoke you-myself-us.

 

The reason why our societies spend so much time fucking each other,

or talking about how much we’d like to,

is because We have Decided:

There is no God.

The reason we spend so much time fucking each other,

and confessing endlessly that we want to fuck each other

is because We are Grieving:

there are no Erotic Arts, anymore.

We remain unconvinced that sex means anything

 

(and even procreation is not enough)–too much work

for too little reward.

Even Michel Foucault might be disappointed.

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