MOBY ORGY

by Jason Bredle

Life's just one big orgy, so sex it up
is the Orgy Master's guiding light--the first thing he thinks
as he wakes in the morning
and the last as he falls asleep at night.
And in between?
Yes, it guides him then, too,
as he buys lotions,
as he concocts potions
that'll make oceans of hot, moist lovers of all ages
smother themselves across his living room floor in carnal delight
later tonight. Leroy will be there.
So will Julio.
And let's not forget Christine, the creamy ice cream dream,
or Janet, with the body from another planet,
or Kate,
who likes to masturbate
in public
transit spaces.
Gary also likes to masturbate
in public
transit spaces
but a few weeks ago Larry caught him masturbating with the front
of his shirt pulled over his head on the 88 bus to Harlem
and the Orgy Master
banned him from all future orgies.
You have witnessed the power of the Orgy Master,
he cried!
Life's just one big orgy, so sex it up
should merely be our guide, Gary.
Despite this negativity
the night's orgy unfolded splendidly, with everyone pawing
and thumbing at full capacity. I had twelve orgasms.
Danielle brought a bunch of feathers, which I donŐt understand
because I don't find feathers the least bit sexy.