Thursday, October 30, 2008

§ moth body

In these dark,
Ever more uncertain times,
As the great and proud are reduced to gibbering madness;
As the mighty cringe in cellars,
Nursing frail hopes,
That the global conflagration will somehow pass them by;
As we clench for the final penetration,
As primal fears diffuse amongst us,
Like a deadly gas,
In this time of shadowy terrors
In this epoch of bowel-loosening panic …
In this climate of exhaustion,
In this aeon of wet corruption,
In this season of dread ...

I offer my Moth Body,
To the women of our world.

Men! Do not be envious.
For you too will benefit.
We all will benefit.
Because happy women make for a happy world,
Happy, satisfied women.

Women! Do not fear.
My offer is unconditional.
Every woman is eligible.
Every woman is compatible,
Spiritually, emotionally, physically.

This is the magic and the miracle
Of my Moth Body
It naturally encompasses the body of any woman.
Whether nubile or arthritic
radiant or moribund
statuesque or squat
gorgeous or grotesque
resplendent or repulsive
demure or deformed
My Moth Body will take your measure,
then give you pleasure

I have offered my Moth Body
To women of every physical configuration
To women of varying levels of sentience
To women of extreme temperaments
To women of doubtful authenticity
To women of terrible beauty
And to women who were little more than rudimentary stumps
I have offered my Moth Body
To women with prehensile tails,
To women with dewlaps and humps
And let me state
In the most categorical manner
That not one of these women
Came away unfulfilled.
All were re-energised and fully prepared
To face the gruelling demands
Of a doomed and terrified world.

On other planets,
I have shared my Moth Body with luminous women,
Aluminium women, coagulated blue women
And oscillating ghost women.
I have offered it
to women of variable reality
to cylindrical bone women
to darting skink women
to prismatic mole women
Yes, and to rustling whelk women -
And never has my ravening moth-like virility fallen short.

In recent times, I have isolated my moth body,
Exposing it only to occasional, carefully prepared women.
I had come to believe
That I had been too lavish with my gifts,
Learning that the touch of the Moth Body
Is a dangerously complex experience,
with unknown spiritual and emotional repercussions

Some women experience tumultuous after-effects,
And, in their innocent confusion,
declare undying love for the moth body.
These poor bewildered women have demanded exclusivity,
forgetting that the moth body is a resource
to be shared by all women.

In truth, there is a risk.
Some of you will come to love my Moth Body more than most,
You will consume too freely of its bounty -
Whether the bristling mouth parts or the olfactory bulb -
And enter a warm netherworld
In which the only truth is the truth of the Moth Body.
And its overwhelming sexual charisma.
To be honest, most of you will enter this state,
And some, will never leave

Yet is that so bad a thing?
To spend the balance of your lives
In a misty stupor of desire,
governed by a mindless slug-like hunger for my Moth Body,
Coming to me, each day,
for smooth immersive satisfaction.
You! Members of my expanding global voluptuary!
My universal harem!
You will exist only to partake of my moth body.
To swoon in the pungent tornado of my pheromones!
To drool freely
On the softly furred bulb of my abdomen!

After great deliberation,
I have come to believe,
That nothing should stand in the way
Of my universal gift.
Now, as I renew the offering of my Moth Body,
I also offer a course of preparatory counselling.

As the host of such a body
I have a duty of care.
I am to maintain the moth body
At an elite level of arousal.
I am to preen and plump the recursive spiral penis.
I am to flush the cloaca with sweet oils.
And perform daily parasite inspections
I am to keep my Moth Body magnificent
For the women of this world.
And it is here, now,
Before you, ready -
Like a weird gelatinous coconut -
Freshened and fully aroused.

Women of the world,
Do not pause for reflection!
Do not heed the stale, fusty words of your creaking calcified elders.
The time is now!
The Moth Body is ripe!
A glistening pearl is poised at its tip!
In your heart the decision is already made.
Come to me!
Shed your facades of probity!
Fall upon me like decorticated zombies!
Together, you and I -
Your Body and my Moth Body -
Let us light a coruscating furnace of desire,
An erogenous meteor
that will thrill every genital on Earth,
A fertilising force
powerful enough to arouse every species in the world
To recharge populations of krill and coral
To fire the panda and the orange bellied parrot
to bouts of sympathetic carnality,
So board my Moth Body!
Impale yourselves!
Skewer yourselves
upon the mystery that is my Moth Body!
Consume and be consumed by my Moth Body!
Taste of its many secretions
Cleave unto the moth body!
Render unto the moth body what is the Moth Body’s!
For a miracle has occurred!
The word is made flesh!
A prophecy is come to pass!
A phenomenon!
A marvel among marvels !
A wonder! A glory!
A Moth Body.

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princey said...

I like the line "to swoon in the pungent tornado of my pheromones", actually the whole "thing" is amazing!
Did you say Polly heard this poem and saw you in the moth costume with the naked lady under you? That's alot for a 5 year old to take in, wonder what she thinks of her old dad now?!! :)

NickH said...

Great work, Sam. Inspiring - especially since I have a second date with potential new g/f tomorrow night! "Now, what do you know about moths..."

Being closely related to the butterfly, they are indeed beautiful creatures, and your poem/speech is even more relevant given their mostly nocturnal habits.

Jadey said...

Good god.

I'm in.

Ann O'Dyne said...

MothBody knows
the trouble I've seen.

Still reeling from the
'Kitty with prey' photo.

I see you have been reading John D 'Busted Flush' Macdonald.
I you like that sort of thing but notched up a black bit - then Carl Hiaasen is our guy.

Sam Sejavka said...

Indeed, few can resist the Moth Body [if any].

AOD, Travis McGee has been on my list of blogpost subjects for ages now - I must get around to him soon. I am a massive fan, though there are 2 or 3 books I'm missing. [I also never miss a new Hiaasen]

Sam Sejavka said...

Lynne wasn't actually naked but had her elastic 'eve' suit on [sorry to disappoint]. Polly seems to love all things theatrical and at this stage in her life [I sincerely hope] the twisted sexual innuendo is just a jumble of incomprehensible verbiage

Good luck Nickh. May the Moth Body speed you on your way.

Jadey said...


Einsturzende Neubauten

Silence is sexy.

Few can resist.

I wish this would be your colour.

I wish.

Ann O'Dyne said...

Polly is smarter than you could ever imagine. Kids cope with information very well. It's violence we must protect them from.

May I commend to you a Melbourne blogger I just fell over
Eye-Candy For Bibliophiles - she likes all the best music and is too cool for words.
A visit is worth your effort.

Go gently amid the haste ...

matt hetherington said...

glorious performance of this at the dan o'connell a while back, ol' it. spirit of artaud/rimbaud/nogaud in this.

onya, sonya.