September 28, 2002

  • I was borne to thrive under a matriarchy
    With feelings as a child drifting ever so softly
    Deeper into the realm of the feminine
    And with a heart always a’flutter
    To the utterly enticing  beauty of mother.


    Like Mau’dib upon Arrakis was I as a youth
    so precociously inclined towards the Bene Gesserit mind
    that woman culled me emotionally, spriritually,
    calling me ”the bright young cutie”:
    --and accepting me practically as one of their own kind.
     
    Yet the male world would not let me be:
    Constantly tempering, prodding, challenging me
    To flex and harden, to bite the apple
    And go down on Eve like a fucking bronco
    thus assuring expulsion from the Goddess’ Garden.


    But a true champion of neither world would I grow to be
    For I played both right down the middle:
    A facile, simultaneous engagement of both equally.
    Effectively hermaphroditic would I become
    In the true Buddhist sense, half-monk, half-nun.


    Does the world have a circus for spiritual oddities?
    Souls half-baked in two separate psychic ovens?
    Half Gingerbread Girl and Bread Pudding Boy?
    Metaphorically endowed with a Barbie’s tits and a Ken’s….what?
    A circus where, while entertaining the world, we can find our own?


    Or is Life just again half the profile…awaiting Death—the other?
    For from that which we came, shall we not return?
    And is that not an otherworld archetype, Father-Mother?
    The dream beyond the sleep.
    The quest beyond bequests.

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