My Boner is Screaming Hello

My Boner is Screaming Hello
marquee rearrangement, photo, poem by pat a physics
Everybody dies.
Last night I died,
I died laughing.
My dreams make,
and have made it.
I made no sense.
Right there
on there
from where?
Before you sleep,
you have slept,
and are sleeping.
Catch this image.
Imagine my pants
waving at you.
More of the same;
now your penis
is waving at you.
This poem is for
every eleven-year-old
who feels the coil
and starts laughing
rather than fearing.
Laughing at dying
is what to do
when your boner
is screaming,
“Hello!”
That fucking song
“Everybody hurts”
by the band REM,
it is really called
“Everybody Dies”
in my funny dreams.
I am laughing
at my dad crying
and it starts to hurt
down there in waves.
This pop song is for
the homoeroticism
implied from erection
with no apparent
source of stimulant.
Everybody dies and
that night I died.
I died watching
MTV with my dad.
My penis turned into an arm
waving at me from down there
letting me know more
than I wanted to know
about myself.
I died laughing at the concept
of death of innocence.
When you die innocent
you go to heaven, and
die the worst death of all.
Sex is known as death
bringing about life
in surreptitious eleven-year-olds
and frigid virgin bodies
of every shape and size
and geopolitical stature.

0 thoughts on “My Boner is Screaming Hello

  1. I’m sure freud would be glad to know that people appreciate the connection between sex and death. “This pop song is for / the homoeroticism / implied from erection / with no apparent / source of stimulant.” Ahhhh! I feared that too, still do. Men should write about their penises more often.

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