Question !!!
Why do so many men think with their dicks?
these guys are just pricks

They have wives and partners
That should put them off for starters
But it doesn't

They profess to care for their lovers
And yet still love their spouses
What gives?

I say when you think with your cock
You better take stock
Because you up for the chop. 

When fire flares up in the bush or house
Be careful with what you use to put it out
It could well be just an additional fuel
That may shoot up everything out of control

Excesses escalate into extremity in jihad
And holy crusade becomes a child’s play
Generations of able men, women and children
Wasted away like rain flood in hollow pits

some seek for a grasp of infinity
through the supposed god of the trinity
which frankly bears no affinity
to this mythology known as divinity

one can get close to the vicinity
with the joyous loss of virginity
and no shame of your masculinity
if we embrace the planet with dignity

You can see me at the beach
I’m a hunk and there’s no doubt
In my budgie smuggler pants
You can tell that I work out

With my Speedos fully loaded
I’m a magnet for the women
And I always get molested
When I’m in the water swimming

I can’t help if I’m oozing
Sex appeal and charm
As I walk along the sand
With a honey on each arm

So you guys, don’t get upset
If your girl comes on to me
When my passions on display
They can’t help it, don’t you see

Since I think I this poem is perfect, and needs no perfection either in thought or how it is written, I can only add my version of it following Merwin's poem.

The Nomad Flute

You that sang to me once sing to me now
let me hear your long lifted note
survive with me
the star is fading
I can think farther than that but I forget
do you hear me

stillness climbs
filling detrius daydream
touch the window
misted in its corners
and the sink
awakes in shadows
with another perfect
faucet drop

Monumentally momentary bubbles,
In the isolated deserts of time,
The sands time erupts,
In its due course,
As the sun paves its path as usual

a thousand rainbows, a thousand days
not one of them without you
not much pillow talk
that isn't a funerary dirge
motivational tapes
gestating in leaves yet to unfurl
their victories

APOCALYPSE: PARTS 1 AND 2

AFFLICTION

The raging battles reached villages and towns
and so we ran across meadows of grain
once dense and high
now blackened by rains of fire
suddenly I felt a bullet in my spine
and could taste the metal
as the poison reached my brain
others fell beside me of the same affliction
but nothing of it was spoken
for each man’s pain is greater than another’s

Let it come
let it come
there's nothing can stop me
you lousy bum

Your threats and lies are fatuous cries
for help in your own ineptitude
so come my way
I'll have my say
it might not even hurt,
though chances are
my answers curt
will cos you pause
and that's because

you have nothing to give.
Yet I love you,
as I love a harmless bunny showing fangs
and your toothless harangues