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.