I'm down off my throne
And I've left my body alone...

Of all sexual aberrations, chastity is the strangest.
--Jacques Anatole Thibault

Perhaps the strangest sexual aberration is being 'an authority' on sexual aberrations.  Trust me.  I know what I'm talking about.
--nfp

The only unnatural sex act is one which you cannot perform.
--Alfred Kinsey

Hence, there are no unnatural sex acts.  The box office opens at six.  The performance starts at seven.
--nfp

There is hardly anyone whose sexual life, if it were broadcast, would not fill the world at large with surprise and horror.
--W. Somerset Maugham

For this matter, the world's a small place.  I think the fabric of interstellar space itself would be warped by a play-by-play account of my antics.
--nfp

Someone hands you an AK-47 and tells you to kill Osama bin Laden.
But he looks like Osama himself.
Think fast: What do you do? 

pounce upon my words.

like a vulture would hot, putrid roadkill

left mealy in the street.

make gel of my whims.

like invading bacillus would exposed agar in a petrie dish,

like an earthquake turning a hill of clay to squish.

plan to dance upon my grave.

but don’t dance well—

flagellate as if the heat of my soul flaming

is burning your tender tapping soles.

cover your face and laugh.

knowing that a veil of non-emotion

chars my heart much more

than a snicker in the open.

take a shit.
and flush my memory

down the drain

with the excrement.

but first, face me.

and give me one last kiss.

i’ve concluded in this America

(missed America?)

that the women don’t care
whether I’m fucking or not.
and guys only care if

i’m still a true shot
but don’t give a shit

whether it’s Jack Daniel’s
or a bullet

to the fucking enemy’s brain.

i’m lost on Passion’s Ocean
lost and adrift once again.
and if the trend holds

true, the world

shall make itself over

and become strange

to my eyes

—an unrecognizable orb

of surprise—

before fate chances

another fall of land.