How to Make Revolution

I want to have punk rock sex
With fat bass seductions
And reggae fuck like coconut milk on
Silk acoustics tied to kickdrum bedposts
And wet palm punishments and
Feel funk cuffed huffing hair and sucking,
I want petals and pumpkins
And lip biting finger tips
That drip drip drip
I want wrists wrapped in bite mark pillows
Damp with jam band perfume,
I want this music to be heard
In every Damn room.

I want to writhe on steel rails feel
Thighs exhale
Fill hands with nectar
And drink drink drink
I want to slide in glazed wall small
Halls and break bolts in box-shaped stalls,
I want sigh moan shaking lakes,
Body in waves
Show me what happens when this is how I behave.

I want to cover contorting faces
Cry hot building bare butt bouncing incoherent
Oh gods
vibrating pull push
Locked
Cocked downbeat
heat mouth made moist in the dry dire of sheets I am so fucking alive I am harder
Harder
HARDER

and suddenly
softer
than ever before,
all low tide shores,
I want to make love
And break above the floodwalls
just
once more.


S. Preston Duncan