Self Portrait – (c) 2013 by Cheryl A Townsend


 


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Sex is sex is sex is sex


and love is just the aftertaste


singing a cappella orgasms


there’s the lost & found of morbid lust


you can’t possibly train for this marathon


and having won it – honeybunny


well that’s just the worst part





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Blast my night with your


insipid spasms & whines


it’s cool enough now not to matter


and I don’t care whose name you call


or if you even kiss me afterwards


it’s not about any of that shit


really – it’s just the fitting


the yours and mine and sometimes ours


it’s about the whole fucking night


baybee


it’s about the hole – fucking – nite


 


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Ho Ho the mistletoe


and Christmas is many


months ago gone


but kiss me sheepishly


anyway beneath that


dried up swag


glide your boozey tongue


across my wind-chapped lips


I’ll even spray a little


pine-scented freshener


under my arms


for the perfect noel


effect    





These poems originally appeared in
Fuck Poetry, a limited edition (and now out of print) anti-censorship anthology published by Crisis Chronicles Press.  They were written in 2009 and are (c) 2011 by Cheryl A Townsend, used with permission.

Cheryl A Townsend is a photographer who used to write poetry. She is the gallery director for The Box Gallery in Akron and heads up the Women’s Art Recognition Movement (W.A.R.M.). She’s been known for many things.


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