RingsMy friends have pierced their brows and breasts and tongue,
But I would like a more exotic thing -
A frenum for the mind: desire hung,
Libido suspended by a sparkling ring.
Instead of chin, a labret stud for my fear;
Insustrial posts to sate my music's taste.
And rather than afix my manhood dear,
A Prince Albert to keep my hungers chaste.
In beauty's flame good body art is forged,
But is that flame too weak to chase the dross
And crassness with which my soul is now engorged?
I fear that life has spent and lost its gloss.
And so I seek these piercings of my heart
To be redeemed where mind and flesh still part.
copyright 19 July 2000
by Earle B. 'Glas' Durboraw; Birmingham.