archy the cockroach's erotic lament

ive noticed there are very few porno movies
that are made for vers libre poets
like me
who are also cockroaches

between the human centric prejudices of the art world
and the nervous cynicism of the cockroach world
my erotic needs are seldom met
as befits a poets soul

turn off your white noise machine o behemoth
night for a poet is no time for sleep
feel with me how each word quakes a world
how the earth moves
beneath each struck concavity