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Couldn’t Believe


The monk couldn’t believe his ears

when he heard a girlcomecry.

The nun couldn’t believe her eyes

the first time she saw a youth ejaculate.

The priest couldn’t believe his nose

when he smelled the altar-boy’s rear-end.

The youngman couldn’t believe his tongue

boycome tasted so great.

The youngwoman couldn’t believe her clit

cunnilingus could feel so great.

The college boy couldn’t believe his cock

fellatio felt better than fucking.

The college girl couldn’t believe her tits

just having her nipples licked and sucked

could make her come repeatedly.

Young pigs couldn’t believe their balls

a quart of come spurted out when they ejaculated.

Young elephants couldn’t believe their balls

a gallon of sperm splurted out when they ejaculated.

The minister couldn’t believe his gluteus maximus

 buttfucking could feel so spiritual.

The butt couldn’t believe its turds

that they had buttocks

and shat flowers.

The skeleton couldn’t believe its bones

there was a being outside it attached to it called a person.

The rabbi couldn’t believe his Talmud

a girl’s naked armpits proved the existence of

God more than all theologians put together.

The atheist couldn’t believe his disbelief

when he realized after death

he was immortal.

The Pope couldn’t believe his infallibility

that after he died

God and Christ didn’t exist

but immortality did.

Christians couldn’t believe their Bibles

Jesus was a psychedelic mushroom.

Muslims couldn’t believe their  Korans

 Muhammad was a psychedelic mushroom.

Buddhists couldn’t believe their sitting meditation

no Bo Tree had to sit under a Buddha to be enlightened.

The Earth couldn’t believe its Universe

that Love existed before all

Religions, Bibles, Gods, Saviors put together

on zillions of planets before this one.

The atoms in a three-pound human brain

couldn’t believe their electrons and nuclei

that if the empty space between them were removed

the human brain that remained

would be lighter than a feather.

The most prestigious poetry magazines in our Solar System

couldn’t believe their editorial professionalism

Death accepts every corpse submitted to it,

Death rejects no one’s corpse acknowledges every corpse

sends no one’s corpse back as unpublishable

saying it doesn’t fit our present needs

good luck placing it elsewhere.

Death not only publishes every corpse

but also publishes it in translation.

For Death every corpse is like

winning the Lottery,

For Death every corpse

is a Thanksgiving Turkey.

Meanwhile Spring doesn’t need to believe anything

to return every year after year

And the sky in the eye of a child

is blue beyond belief.



[Originally published in NHS 2006, http://www.poetspath.com/napalm/nhs06/Antler.htm.]