MACUMBA LOVE by Dennis Doph

but I survived. 4

Trembling totally nude under a silky Trocadero sarong
I was assaulted by a bunch of sultry men and the pagan cult
to which they belong
They are the adherents of Macumba Love. No turn unstoned
No Untamed Shrew
They wrestle like sluts up each others' guts
and stick to each other like glue.

I confronted their leader the Orixa
As he stroked his hairy sperm-saturated chest
He recited this poem as I bent over fo' him
He who does most always does best.

The Orixa conducted me to his Terriero
Covered from stem to stern with piss and sperm
At the Terriero I found, palpitating on the ground,
Hearties erect (I might easily suspect)
from swallowing the holy jicama worm.

These Hearties convinced me to sexually enmesh
Flesh of My Flesh with all of Their Flesh
Though a lot of their Flesh was anything but fresh
Like George W Bush after an afternoon
chopping bresh.

Then these Hearties introduced me to their Godfather
the Pai de Santo who exemplifies everything queer
Stripped me right down with very little bother
And inserted his extension -- here, and here, and here.

His extraordinary piece delighted and thrilled me
As I felt the full impact of the knob of the Pai
And the thrust he put here really made me feel queer
Very much like fuckmeat in the Sweet Bye and Bye.

Then the Pai turned me over to his Nhana
Hairy hung bugger who's the Son of a Saint
In his earnest cleavings he licked up the Pai's leavings
With a pain in the rear I recognized as severe --
not quaint.

So I quit this sultry trove of Macumba Love
with my flesh quite disturbed -- not at all alabastrian
For in my zeal to Macumb' I was struck kind of dumb
Now I'm studying to be a Zoroastrian!

HARD SLEEPWALKER by Dennis Doph

but I survived. 3

In the mountain towns of Chile it's sometimes hard to breathe
But for reasons which many of you might never believe
In Immaculata turistas like to rock around the clock
for hairy Jock Giachino and his awesome thick cock.

In Immaculata it's not earthquakes which might make you afraid
In that town Giachino's penis provides most of the shade
As he strides about looking like a passive ribbon clerk
Jock is racking up the numbers while his penis does the work

Immaculata's not a town famed for its sultry wimian
It's famed for Jock Giachino who is more than slightly simian
And if dreams of male gorillas fill your addled brain with dread
Jock has more fur upon his torso than most men have upon their head.

His proportions are heroic as one can plainly see
His name is engraved in broken hearts on every standing tree
We wonder how much more of him there possibly can be
Till he strips and unzips and lets the best part of him free.

There's no explaining Jock Giachino in the Empyrion of Men
As he bares his Boss Schlongola to our dazzled eyes again
He knows his thick veined penis is enough to make us pant
Strolling the back roads of Immaculata; a Chilean Denis Levant*

Strolling the back ways in a sleepily sexual haze
Though the man valleys are dark and possibly deep
Only his penis exists in between us
As Giachino walks in a concupiscent sleep
sleepwalking hard right out of the yard
Wringing his long hairy hands
Some men follow their principles
Giachino follows his glans

So: who is this person who disturbs us so
Sending us into a state of rut?
Giachino is the perfect Chilean beau
Ten inches straight into our gut

As the hair on his ass waves like Pampas grass
And we worship his private parts
This sleepwalking boy gives us so much joy
for Giachino has stolen our hearts.

Stolen our WHAT? You might cynically say
It's a question of who's new or next.
But though some men get mange or mercifully change
Giachino just erects.

*Denis Levant: enormously hung, craggy star of French art films

TERRIBLE VILLYUN by Dennis Doph

but I survived. 2

Ohhhhh God, the Terrible Villyun pursued me
Down by the Stockyards where it was all dark and damp
Wouldn't give over till he had screwed me
tortured my tits with an industrial C-clamp

The Terrible Villyun played his game by chance
Waiting for me to come in out of the rain
Making me stumble when I wanted to dance
Causing me fear and trepidation and pain

His eyes were like red hot coals in the dim
Impenetrable light of the scuttle where we lay
After I had got over my initial fear of him
Accepted his proposition of preposterous play

Shackled my wrists to a ring on the wall
Waited for all the carnal adventurers to pass
Covered me with piss in that nasty pig stall
Blew devil's breath up the crack of my ass

Sucked my pink baby tongue right out of my mouth
Drowned me in spittle which tasted like brine
Turned me North, East, West, and then South
Wondering which Part he liked best which was mine

He bit his initials on the crest of my butt
Rolled me around indoors -- rolfed me outdoors
Then when he'd accused me of being a Slut
He said: "Oh daddy ! My ass is certainly yours!"

Set the Villyun on fire like the Amazon brush
Knowing he was Tough but that I could be Tougher
Though the fur on his body was certainly lush
I'm now in the market for someone who's rougher.

but I survived 1. STRUNG UP

but I survived 1

I dream wonderful dreams of terrible death;
In my masochistic way I roll 'em around,
Examine their putrescence and foulness of breath
And the deadly dull way they always sound.

Last week I dreamed I had been garotted
By that awful disgusting little Percy Helton man
Who waited till I had become nicely potted
then threw me a wire and kicked my can

A fortnight before in this deadly halflife
I dreamed I was castrated by John Carradine
Who cut off my penis with a rusty knife
Just for the sake of being miserably mean

Now I know I am persecuted by Movie Villains;
Never attracted to beauty or jollity
Dote on their ugliness like one of their chilluns
And their laughable lack of Real Star Quality.

Last night my dream was one of the worst;
I was strung up upon a snag of a log
Twisting and turning till all of me burst
My excreta devoured by a Junkyard Dog

There in the foul glen I was left to die
My Movie Villains surrounded me with glee
Treasuring the last glimmer of sight in my eye
The last possible moment I knew me to be me

Lee Marvin laughed at the way my teeth chattered
The way snot poured from my nose when I snivelled;
Ernie Borgnine thought my death throes were all that mattered
And kicked my butt for good measure while I swivelled.

And there (in a manner which made my blood thin)
Was impossible square-jawed Charles McGraw
Laughing like a fool while I continued to spin
Emitting laughter which sounded like the caw

Of the Bird of Prey which stood on the table
Between the bound works of Milton and Yeats
For which I reached whenever I was able
Slapping away the horny hand of Norman Bates

And the female villains were there as well;
Dragging their skirts in the piss-befouled mud
Each vying to ring out the tolling bell
Howling for every last drop of my blood

There were Viveca Lindfors and Gale Sondergaard
Scratching at each others' termagant eyes
And old Jane Darwell drooping with lard
Moaning one more of her grotesque goodbyes

Then butch Joan Crawford rode onto the site
Spurring on her equally butch black steed
Terminating my death in this black black night
Covering the spurt of my urine while I peed

Majestically spiriting me away from that place
Where Movie Villains pawed at me and tried to terminate me
Wiping the sputum from my pretty little face
Assuring me she absolutely did not hate me

Riding me to her shack up above the falls
Her painted red mouth wet and soft on my neck
Then her claw of a hand grasped my big bull balls
And I needed another reality check

I realized I was fated for much worse
Than being strung up to dry by Lee and Percy and John
As Crawford grasped my manly sexual purse
I became the steed which was ridden upon

and like Doug Fairbanks and Franchot Tone
Crawford sucked out the very last of my breath
Applying blood red lips to my concupiscent bone
Joan Crawford proceeded to fuck me to death

Now you must realize that I am cursed
Cursed and obsessed by the worst of Them
For, instead of the Best, I dote on the Worst
As I turn from the History Channel to TCM.

AMTRAK AWEIGH by Dennis Doph

because why? 70

Held our water on the eleventh of April
Feverishly expecting the Very Worst
Saw the bums at LA union station
Held my kidneys till they were fit to burst
Boarded AMTRAK Texas Chief 3:15 pronto
Settled into private compartment 10 x 10
He played the Lone Ranger; I played Tonto
Proceeded to fall in love again

AMTRAK AWEIGH! across the wide Southwest
Along the RioGrande we kept abreast
Of Texas Border Police with their sniffing dogs
Dykey Texas matrons with their Gator clogs
When the ponytailed blond surfer got busted at Alpine Tex
For smoking weed on the platform at El Paso
Marvelled he looked not at all like a Mex
More like a South Pacific - singing basso

Slogged through San Antonio munching pitas
Keeping clear of inebriated tourists
Turned on all the moustached waiters at Rio Rita's
Infuriated a whole brace of purists
Ground Amtrak-ically through Louisiana swamps
Noting each deceased cow and eager vulture
Marvelling at town after town disguised as garbage dumps
totally devoid of any art or culture

AMTRAK AWEIGH! In New Orleans' exotic Quarter
Felt kind of butch and almost manly
Saw where Walk on the Wild Side enshrined each whorish daughter
Where Stella got a blast of seed from Stanley
Up through the Delta to the plains of Missis-sip
No miserable shantytowns to offend the nose
AMTRAK barrelled on at a mighty clip
Black people kept very much beneath the rose

Pulled into DC the following morn
Palin locking and loading from Virginny Shore
Then for a dose of FDR-icorn
Shlepped to the Memorial and worshipped Eleanor

AMTRAK AWEIGH! Across the steamy Carolinas
almonds and cranberry snacks to munch
Reading about unfortunate Kentucky miners
Turning on beefed-up servers at breakfast and at lunch
Pulling into Charleston for hugs and kisses
Forgetting about my rhyming and my scansion

Marvelling at my partner's cousin (and his missus)

Laughing while Jenny Sanford left the governor's mansion

AMTRAK AWEIGH! as we escaped the world of cyber
steaming intrepidly toward Gay Chicago
Wondering who was a toker, who an imbiber
Who was in the closet -- lying doggo

So at last the Vast American Midwest
Just as boring as every educated man says
Keeping my feelings close within my vest
Marvelling at the astonishing sameness of Kansas
Watching New Mexico fade in the amber dwindling light
Rolling across Arizona in its shame
Hoping Rednecks would not get too uptight
As they moaned and groaned about the sins of What's-His-Name

AMTRAK AWEIGH! a trip of unimaginable scope
Though the altitude screwed up the action in the loo
Barely awake enough to escape the feverish grope
of the bodybuilder concierge at San Berdoo