|Jose Munoz's mystical Mayan mural|
O much-married, meat-is-murder,
Menopausal mamma from Missoula, Montana
I'm M-mailing you monthly
Monstrous mounds of Maui moonlight.
O planet-perambulating pinup,
Pantheistic, persnickety Philadelphia PhD
I'm postmarking and P-mailing you
A pack of Pope-blessed purple panties
To grant your every pelvic wish.
O sassy Seattle sex scientist from Stanford
I sent you specifically in Saturday's S-mail
Sixty sextillion soy-soaked
For your utopian breeding experiments
Or Sunday's spaghetti sauce:
Your choice, sister.
O A-cupped ace cook,
Angel-lipped Atherton acid head
I A-mail you annually
An ark of apples from Eve's garden
That you might discover thru your tongue
What forbidden knowledge really tastes like.
O thigh-ticklish, tender-hearted,
Trance-dance teacher from Taos, New Mexico
I teasingly T-mailed you this Tuesday eve
Of theological transmission fluid:
That's hot Zeus juice, toots,
And slippery goddess elixir too.
When spiritual overhaul time comes round
You'll be twice-born and thankful
You tapped my titanic T-mail tubes.
O brainy, brown-eyed,
Buddhist bondage whore from Berkeley
I belatedly B-mail you
The Blessed Virgin Mary, the Bethlehem Babe
The Holy Baptism, Benediction
The Bread, the Body and the Blood.
All the good parts from my Catholic boyhood
O brave and sacred prostitute, I B-mail to you.
O luminous, lascivious, lactating Leo
From Normal, Illinois
I lavishly L-mail you
Love in every form I can think of
Love in every form I can get away with
Love in every form that exists.
I use audio, video, radio, rodeo
Dream wave and astral tattoo
Etheric vibration, deep space oscillation
To make some impression on you.
Honey, I got rope burns on my cranium
Spine fused by astral arcs
Calluses on my testicles
And stretch marks round my heart
No regrets, dear, I learned plenty
Tho I didn't find the Grail
But one thing I hafta ask ya, love:
"When ya gonna answer your mail?"