The following poem appears in Sweet Son of Pan

The Star Spangled Boner

Sing about the purple majesty of penises
Sing about the shiny sea of pre-cum glistening on your shaft

Queers of America are beautiful
God done shed his grace on thee
In amber arcs of piss
so gallantly streaming
running like rivers from purple mountain majesty of cock
that I so proudly hail at every twilight’s last gleaming

I sing for the fruited plane of existence
I find myself upon
Fruits and flutes everywhere
playing their liquid music
amplified by homo-lust
Hard homo cocks ready and song-singing ripe
as corn on the stalk
Heavy and thick
ready to be grabbed and husked
like the outstretched hand of a queer Uncle Sam
saying:
I WANT YOU!
——Suck my dick, Uncle Sam
I love your teeth

I’ll suck your dick, America
And I’ll lay down like the prairies
and rise like the Rockies
I’ll cascade my cum lava
like Mt. St. Helens
Only Fuck me, America
like the road that rises to my summit
Fuck me
And let me fuck you
Oh fuck you, America
Let me gloriously unendingly fuck you
and make you a real man
A real home of the free and the brave
Cuz how can a man be free or brave
if he’s never been penetrated?
Opened himself to another?
There is no bravery
nor freedom
in being only a fucker

God Bless America
And I am the blessing
I’m the great horned God
and I’m fucking horny

And this God’s gonna shed his grace on you
and all your big United States
gathered together under your skin like muscle
Shed his grace 10 ccs at a time
Gonna drive it deep into your Grand Canyon
Gonna grab hard ahold of your Snake
River
Gonna drink your Rio Grande
I’m gonna run my teeth right along
The Blue Ridge Parkway
outta the smoky mountains
cuz I wanna smoke yours America

I wanna run my tongue along the perimeter of Lake Superior
shaped like your big-sack low-hanger balls
Oh, the bread basket of America
I wanna open my mouth
and swallow the whole fucking corn crop of Kansas

I wanna sit on Manhattan
I wanna wink at Queens across the river as I do it
I wanna be the sea for your Long Island

I’m gonna arouse this nation
with semen-song
I’m gonna get the whole state of Florida
to lift it’s southward bend
and point straight north
and live up to its legend
It’s the fountain of youth, remember?
And I wanna swallow that fountain

Oh, let me sing how California looks like a big bent hard-on
my favorite kind
And I long to be Oregon
long for the cargo I know is coming up Hwy. 5

I wanna fill the empty asshole of the Great Basin
I’m gonna swell as red as the name of Colorado
and ride America buckin’ like that cowboy on the license plates of Wyoming
Sucking your pioneering dick
is my manna-feast destiny

Oh Glory, Glory Holy-lluia
Stab me with your terrible swift sword
Union soldier
Only not so swift
Take your time
I wanna feel your grapes of wrath
stored like a harvest in your balls
hanging like a bunch of grapes before a Caesar

I’ll whistle Dixie
And I’ll spell that with a “CK”
while you invade me and put me in my place
Emancipate my manhood
Only I want no civility in this war

I wanna lick the jock strap that are your highways
crisscrossing this nation like woven thread
on a sweaty garment

I’ll fall to my knees
faster even than your economy
and beg like the auto industry
for you to pump me full of investment tax credits
re-train my workers
and do it with leather, Daddy
Fill my tank with your gasoline
crude and thick

I wanna eat out your heavy industries
belching a smoke that I find divine
I’ll lap up your toxic dumps
I’ll join the military—
only let me shine all the marine's boots
and their various weapons with my tongue

Plymouth Rock is your fucking adam’s apple
and I wanna suck on it
That’s where I’ll begin, too
And Oh, I will revel in thanksgiving
like the pilgrims
as I pull down the pants of your forests
and drive my tongue like progress
—like the railroad
right through any wildness you have in you

I’ll blast my steam locomotive
belching its white-hot water all the way to California
where I’ll dive right off the rocks of Big Sur
into the cumbliss of crashing white waves

I’m gonna stick my dick
right through the hole in the ozone
‘Global boning’ they’ll call it
and the acid rain will turn white with seed

Oh Queer America the Beautiful
For spacious skies
Lay down honey
and look up into those skies
as I come down on you
like rain-swollen clouds bursting
and fill you with the manhood
you’ve never been able to prove
Let me fill you with it
And let the gay soldiers fill all your trenches with cum
God done shed his grace on thee
In fact, God wants to pump his grace
slam his grace
groan with it
spit it with a thrust up your Avenues
in Anytown, USA

I’m gonna cover you in my whiteness, America
whiter than the snow in North Dakota
or the salt flats of Utah
And it’s gonna taste just as salty

Let the winter come
Let the snow fall
and cover you
Let every immigrant run urgently up the insides
of your drag Lady Liberty
like a randy cock
singing in its liquid white voice
crazed with lust for America—

Singing
with the sexy queerdom of choirs:

My country tis of thee
sweet land of sodomy
Of thee I sing . . . .

 

© 2006 Trebor Healey - Contributor's Bio

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