PRAISE AND CONS
Will de Kypia
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In Praise of Promiscuity
Bless the chaste lovers, bless and protect them,
all those sex partners who rise up in heat, lie down
in lust, then coldly uncouple in guilt and disgust.
Let them cast aside judgment along with their
garments lest they realize that the carnal carnival
is one night of sport preceding perpetual Lent.
Moderate passions, temper ecstasies,
avert their eyes when they dress so
the pain of parting might be less.
Bless the base lovers,
barely and briefly.
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Non Est Media Via
Consider the leopard, a true carnivore who
chases gazelle across the desert, then feasts.
She eats raw meat—no mango muck for her.
Be you like her a beast.
Or else consume nothing wickeder than the sins
of an unborn child, nothing less pure than the soul
of your favorite aunt. Even better, eat nothing at all.
But do not desecrate the flesh of our dear Mother Earth.
Molest not with cruel cultivators her bearded fig and her
lush honeydews. Ape neither ghouls who raise armies
of maize to die like golden warriors nor those brutes
who with phallic pestle and vulvar mortar grind to
dust blameless spices and innocent savory herbs.
You must choose to be either bestial or
angelical for there is no middle way.
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The Man Who Would Be Green
Alone in his kitchen he slices a tomato,
slices it quite thin. He licks the juice from
the blade, tosses the slices into the compost
bin. He picks out a potato, dices it very small.
Savors the juice, then adds its pieces to the pile.
He grieves for captive bees inhumanly hived,
yearns to absorb the sun's nourishing rays
with his chlorophile skin as he imbibes
immaculate sustenance from the sky.
He will die of skin cancer, a grinning rictus
proudly contemplating his own moral rectitude,
a sinner certain that the good Lord will recycle him.
He doesn't have a snowflake's chance in Hell.
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Click the loafers to stride along the Colorado skyline.
