Hesiod the Hellenist, and Homer’s Homos
Do you listen to old Aesop’s fables,
Concluding the dead fabulist knew best?
Does Shame still reign your anus, unable
To enter Eros? This attorney rests
His case on science, on logic, on facts:
(The fact being you did not choose what pleases
Your being.) Retract assumptions: enact
Redemption for We that love erastês.
Fabulist and fabulous: ne’er collude,
‘Lest to suffer the rude, the boisterous –
Like an idiot you get fucked (no lube!),
Mentally at least: it’s preposterous
That your frail dignity should yet depend
On the judgements of lesser men (mere boys
At a loss, you concede, to comprehend
The situation.) You and I both toyed
With feelings we chose to reject, respect
Arbitrary mores and social controls,
Dare we not upon death, rewards collect,
For setting hell for ourselves as our goals.
You’re nearly free but so far from awake
That I could shake you by your bones, ring you
By your ears, drive you with a wooden stake
(Forsake that mistake, for is it not true
Vampires rest in horizontal closets?)
Wake up to see that a swirling access
To the uncommonly possessed (trust it’s
Me who wants what’s best; abide where digress
-sions spring from passion!) by the uninspired,
And get fired up! Reclaim the fires of hellls
They invented to throttle our desires,
ART IS YOURS – (mostly mine) – listen as bells
Ring out to proclaim my words as music:
Do not relent ‘til your face is in stars,
Praise poetry (its art metaphysic)
That teaches it’s fine to be who you are.
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