I would have them
tear down these rotten
shops of pornography;
these seedy booths of tits and ass.
I would have them
reinstall the vagrant porn
in houses of good repute;
cathedrals, synagogues and
the white boards of New England.
I am calling for
a perfect pornography
blessed in holy awe.
I’d like something fine and wet
moving behind the monk’s robes;
a monk whose holy ghost
is throned in the tongue.
I’d like the spirit
to join in the body’s
wondrous dance.
The spirit is a wallflower;
send him some roses
to compliment the pictures
he carries in his wallet.
Come on spirit!
Sleep with me
We can go dancing.