BELOW THE BELT: A Tribute to Phillip Roth

	Sometimes I am a dick 
	A throbbing, pulsing Rod of Desire
	A fire engine rushing frantically 
	To quench the flames of passion 
	And heat of fiery instinct 
	Then I become 
	A stiff, slick two-stroke piston 
	Racing in and out 
	And finding consummation 
	When my throttle is wide open 
	Passing beyond all speed limits 
	Engulfed in flame.


Miok:    All men are dickheads in some way.

Chris:   Yes. We must overcome our programming and strive to be human – not an easy task.

Cantara: Why not?

Chris:   Instincts are often powerful. Rare is the soul that transcends all instinct.

Cantara: Why is it necessary to transcend anything? Why not just be natural and relax?

Chris:   You have to answer that yourself. If I give you an answer, it amounts to 
         preaching – and that's not what I wanna do.

Tim:     I dunno. There is nothing wrong with being erotic now & then – but to get
         stuck in any particular condition is tragic. . .


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from Heart Scenes: Emotional Landscapes via Art, Poetry, & Prose by T Newfields
Summary:  A pictorial poem about penile identity and conversation about instinct.
Keywords: male libido, hypersexualization, sex drive, primal instinct, erotophilia, penile consciousness

Author: T Newfields [Nitta Hirou / Huáng Yuèwǔ] (b. 1955 - ?)
Begun: 1998 in Shizuoka  ☆ Finished: 2020 in Yokohama 
Creative Commons License: Attribution. {{CC-BY-4.0}} Granted

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