What a dick!
Ode to artifice
What a dick!
Standing naked on the shore
Sure to be getting wet
In an hour or so
As the tide rolls in
What a dick!
Does it not prick your conscience
To be exposing yourself so
Aglow
In the knowledge that your member
Will soon be dipping deep
Wet and… bloody freezing
But you won’t be sneezing from the cold
Bold man of brass
And barnacles
No
You will stand to attention
Facing north
As your person hangs
Solid south
Certain proof that nothing shall
Excite you
Entice you to
Rise when you oughta sink
Disappear beneath the surf
Yet for now you shall remain
Stand proud
Rude before your maker
Modelled on creator
God of your existence
As you show defiance
Resistance to
Luna’s ebb and flow
Showing blessed Selene
What you are made of
I wonder if she
Like me
Will
Full of wonder
Think
What a dick!
And here is a view of Gormley going down
(oooh, errrrr... missus)
Thanks for reading
About the Creator
Raymond G Taylor
Author based in Margate on the English Kent coast, having moved from London. Known for his short stories and flash fiction, as well as poetry and non-fiction writing on subjects such as art, science, technology and the human condition
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