Thought Permanent Horn - An Original Spoken Word Poem

natashanewman (42)in #poem • 7 years ago (edited)

How about a poem about sex and death to kick off February?! Woo! (Performed above, written below). I purposely made a reference to Egon Schiele because of his very manifest themes of sex and death...that probably may be obvious but meh.

It's another sleepy rendition. I feel there's not too much else I can say about it but I hope you enjoy it.

I think about sex a lot
and this exhausts me
or rather infuriates me.
I don't necessarily desire to
I want to be present
whilst you critique capitalist reform
yet the sultry lighting spots a quiver
of previous pleasure
and groans, grabbing
taking me there.
To say I'd rather leave is definitely a lie
but it's bad timing
always bad timing
and constantly tempting
to do. Fuck.
Maybe I'll join a monastery.
perhaps that'll force the
obsession to cease,
or I'll cathartically paint
a series of erotic artworks for the rest
of my life
like Egon Schiele
until all my mind retains is a blank canvas
of what was once a series of varied strokes.

Am I an addict of do I just ask questions?
Is it normal to think about sex at least 40% of the day?
Is it natural?
No way should I feel shame for such but
do we have the option to opt out?
Can we have a referendum on our lechery?
Sure we'd be more productive
as an asexual collective;
we might form healthier relationships
with less possessiveness;
the world is already overpopulated and,
lets face it, humans fucking suck so we can just
let our species die out;
let the world revive itself
and animals embody our once
thought permanent horn
assuming they don't toil over it
like I'm currently doing.