From: zen@death.Corp.Sun.COM (d)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: "man2man" + story about poems and freedoms
Date: 25 Aug 1992 19:10:41 GMT
Organization: Sun Microsystems Inc., Mountain View, CA
NNTP-Posting-Host: death.corp.sun.com


  I wrote this poem and printed out a slightly modified (bit more
verbose) version of it yesterday.  I went to the printer to get it,
but there was a big postscript job coming out (>60 pages, weird fonts,
etc.), so I printed it to another printer and then forgot about the
original printing.  Today I come into work, and my boss asks me "is
this yours?", holding up a folded printout.  I look at it and said
it was (now how did he know it was *me*?  *smile*) (for those who
haven't read the poem, it's rather... well, has some sexual stuff
in it.)  He said that someone else had picked it up accidently, and
was rather shocked or amused or something, I guess.  He also said
that if an admin (which are women in this dept.) had picked it up,
that there could be trouble -- sexual harrassment ("why are people
printing this porn where I can see it?", etc.), and asked me to be
very careful about printing this "sort of thing" out in the future.

  I have mixed feelings about all of this -- I can't print out a poem on
a public printer without fearing possible reprisal (hey, I even *liked*
the poem), I was asked earlier in the year not to wear a t-shirt (it had
pairs of skeltons in various sexual positions), and it's all... well,
it's just that I think what I'm doing isn't *that* awful.  I'm not sure
if people are oversensitized or I'm just jaded.  I mean, the poetry may
be awful, but the words in it aren't -- *laugh*.  I could make a big
deal of it, but it's really not that important to me (it's not like they
are the gestapo over here), or I'd protest quite a bit, and possibly win
(and possibly not, I suppose) but I thought I'd tell you to be careful
out there when printing out your stuff -- never know who could be seeing
it, and what could happen.

 -- d

(Now to the point of this post, which may or may not be as
interesting as the above.)

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wake with a fever in the middle of the night
sweat shines on my brow and in the light
see your milky face lying next to me
with the moon you shine so effortlessly
never was a lover of my brothers
ever cautious push away covers i discover

i want you
dont know how
i want you bro
and im sure as hell
i dont know where it will go

weve kissed sucked and almost fucked
want to hold your hand is it love lust trust
bi is a thing of indifferentiation
based not on faith or sex or education
can it be that i am sexually free
from the mighty moral yoke of our society

i doubt it
but i want you
dont doubt that
i want all of you

two eagles are exploding in the sky
underneath were standing soul to side
white feathers rain like warm downy snow
fine sheen of blood and feelings cover us both
you turn to me with eyes and a gaze
is it you or i that is frightened and amazed

im not very good with truth or analogies
but meaningless rhymes come easily
and if holding you isnt poetry
where does that leave me?
if i cant write or feel about you
where does that leave me?
i want you
i want you