φυσικά (Naturally)
“Homosexuality in its highest sense is founded on intellectualism.
It represents fundamentally an aesthetic conception of love. . .” ~ Wallace Fowlie, 1946
As rarefied as nearly empty space,
The void between the planets and the stars,
The asteroids and comets, where the trace
Of anti-matter darkness is like Mars’
Black side, though thinner, the love between
Two men transmutes mere lust to minds as high
As Plato’s posited Ideals when seen
In logic’s Doric light and cloudless sky.
Of course. The cornerstone is only thought
In homosexuality. Of course.
It’s never mixed with an obsession, fraught
With hot testosterone, never love coarse
With thudding, thrusting, gasping sweat and need.
Of course it never seeks to spout male seed.
Hard
This Fowlie wasn’t all that clear about
His phrasings’ possible meanings, was he?
He seems as clueless as a Brownie Scout.
He wasn’t deliberately fuzzy
Like Shakespeare. Double meanings didn’t swim
Up into consciousness from words used like
That “fundamentally.” It’s just a prim
And latinate word. “Fundament” and spike
Of cock inside it didn’t cross his mind,
Despite his subject matter, it appears.
And with “conception” he was clearly blind
To thoughts of two men fucking, randy queers
Attempting to make babies as they rut,
Trying to plant a baby in a gut.