Time Holds Us Green and Dying
We were green and young Firm branched and budding Our manhood flung Through gardens and garages Gym showers and alleyways The kudzu of our desire Quills full of ink with so much to say Long scrawled stories across each other's chests Graffitied rectums and gums -- sex is a poem Whole forests were lumbered for paper Old towering growth felled Like spent erections Clear cut, or uncut Like explorers, we sought harbors And obstructionless passage Fools, too roused we were To let the risks curb our phallic enthusiasms So many of us die green still The cross and the sword Saplings, shoots and seedlings The war for light, the shadows We of the canopy Icaran for Apollo's affection Jack and the Beanstalk We were green and young And always will be We are kudzu; we are trees