| Thomas Guarnera
USA AFTER THE REVOLUTION After the revolution all that lived on was the sex. No "flower power," no communes, no one giving peace a chance. We started taking to the streets to beat the morning traffic, or leave early for the shore. Only sex remained a cause, one swift kick to some old man's hypocrisy. Easy lust; random flesh; righteous bodies cup and smack, free as breath, minus all entanglements: romance, family, tenderness. In my current, married life
there's no place for anarchy.
The years add on; we caress...
reassure...negotiate.
Yet still I find in our bed
that rocking edge and fire,
that foolish thrill and riot:
the joy of screwing the world.
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