I Sing the Ass
To slight the soul would be insane.
		    I speak the noble heart and brain.
		    Head nor heart would I disdain.
		    And yet, though crass,
		    I sing that globe God cleft in twain:
		    I sing the ass.
        
        Oh heaven fashioned fleshly mounds,
        so soft, so fair, so firm, so round.
        No matter how absurd it sounds:
        the ass. It stuns!
        There true paradise abounds.
        I sing the buns.
Shoulders are wonders, and eyes dark as night.
		    Thighs are a marvel, and breasts a delight.
		    And that sweet cleft allures whether shaven or bushy.
		    But none can compare to the lure of a tushy.
Nothing has the same effect
		    as a well turned ass. Yes, that's correct.
		    So like a jewel without defect,
		    it turns my fine tuned intellect
		    to mush.
		    To hell with honor and respect,
		    I sing the tush.
When the rhythms of Appolo
		    drag, and his lyre rings too hollow,
		    steal away with me and wallow
		    in the new sown fields with Isis,
		    quaff a cup with Dionysus,
		    shatter this didactic crises.
		    Don't be harassed
		    by rules and rates and rising prices.
		    Sing the ass.
I sift through tomes, re-reading reams
		    of papers, poems, until it seems
		    my smile is stuck. My soul ungleams.
		    A brooding darkness in me teems…
		    And then, a light within me beams:
		    critical mass!
		    I fling away these petty schemes,
		    And live at last inside my dreams.
		    I sing the ass.
Shake it, shake it, shake that thing,
		    Quiver flesh and clothing cling.
		    Teach that bootie how to swing,
		    and raise a ruckus.
		    Oh quelque tu! Oh bodda bing!
		    I dance the tuchus.
So you can keep your fancy food,
		    And all the knowledge you've pursued.
		    My limbic brain erupts, exudes
		    through frontal lobe-like attitudes
		    (so middle class).
		    I know it's sick. I know it's lewd.
		    I know I'm warped, unkempt, unglued.
		    But though I'm vilified and booed,
		    I sing the buttocks in the nude.
		    I sing the ass.
 
      New Poems
- "Ode to a Banana"
- "Moving on After 1/6"
- "Hug"
- "Map-less Monarchs"
- "I am Such a Rich Man"
- "Beatitude with Attitude"
- "The Cross and the Lynching Tree Rap"
- "The Nudist Nun"
- "Sonnet 19"
- "Reparations Now"
- "Hoping I'm Wrong"
- "Bird Feeder"
- "Pete and Henry"
- "Nero: A Rap for Republicans"
- "Croissant"
- "Mandela"
- "The New Jim Crow"
- "The Wire"
- "Why Socialism?"
From By Heart
- "Ahiti"
- "As Some Fertile Seed"
- "Greed Screed"
- "I Sing the Ass"
- "Lying Lost Among Your Arms"
- "Now Thou Art Two and Twenty"
- "Sweet Smellin Woman"
- "This World"
- "Train Wreck"
- "Truth and Parable"
- "Why This Itch This Yen"
- "You"
Some Earlier Poems
Audio Recordings
