PRAISE AND CONS
 Will de Kypia

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In Praise of Promiscuity

Bless the chaste lovers, bless and protect them, those
prim puritanicals who rise up in heat, lie down in
lust, then coldly uncouple in guilt and disgust.

May they cast aside judgment along with their
garments lest they realize that the carnal carnival
is but one night of sport preceding a perpetual Lent.
   
Moderate their passions and temper their
ecstasies, avert their eyes when they dress
so the pain of their parting might be less.

Bless those soon-to-be penitents,
bless them kindly but briefly.

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Non Est Media Via  
  
Regard the leopard, a carnivorous brute who   
pursues 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 unborn children, nothing less pure than the souls   
of the blessedest saints. Even better, eat nothing at all.   

But do not desecrate the flesh of our dear Mother Earth.   

Molest not with cruel machinery her bearded fig and her   
lush honeydews. Ape neither ghouls who raise armies   
of maize to die like golden warriors nor those sadists  
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 slices and tosses them into the compost
   bin. He picks up a potato, dices it very small,
   savors the odor then adds the pieces to the pile.

   He grieves for captive bees inhumanly hived,
   yearns to absorb the sun's nourishing beams
   with his chlorophyll skin while he imbibes
   an immaculate sustenance from mere air.

   And he plans to perish by starvation. To die a
   grinning rictus, smugly proud of his ecological
   rectitude, sure the good Lord will recycle him.
   
            There's not a snowflake's chance
                in Hell that that's going to happen.

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Click the loafers to stride along the starry Colorado skyline.