THE MACHO, AS YOU LIKE IT, AMERICAN POETRY

HAIR SLICKED-BACK
BAD-TO-THE-BONE (BLACK)
-A PROMINENT SNICKER-
HE CARESSES HIS TOOL
LIKE A MIDNITE CANNON
DOLLIES, STARLETS AND DIVAS
PROWL HIM LIKE ANTS
HE IMITATES THE TANGO-
LOOK WITH A JESUS SMIRK
AND MAKES LOVE IN THE
AFTERNOONS,
HE HAS CHILDREN
ALL OVER THE WORLD
LIKE EYES AND SPECTRES OF HIS OWN
PROVIDENCE
THIS MACHO MAN HAS NO HAIRY CHEST
BUT THE EYES
OF AN INFANT...
A LUNATIC IN STARDOM
SEEKING THE LAST BIRDS
AND THAT LAST SONG
HIS HEART-BEAT BROKEN
HIS FINGER SOILED
WITH THE SPERM OF
HIS LOVERS
AND WHAT IS MORE
HIS LASER EYES JET-BLACK
BRING DOMINION THROUGH
CAMERAS AND SCREENS
INTO THE RECONDITE PREMISES
OF YOUR HEART..!


written in Caracas, Venezuela, california norte July 5, 2007.
(c)copyright 2007, by Carlos Mijares Poyer