Above Everything, A Collage Poem, By Jennifer Angelina Petro

Above Everything

A Collage Poem

By

Jennifer Angelina Petro

(Using words and phrases both of my own

and from the book, “How to Study,” by Arthur Kornhause, pub. 1924)

 

 

 

Above everything

shift your position

from time to time.

 

Picture yourself

clearly.  Raise questions.

You might simply ask

yourself: “What is the essence

of what I want?”

 

Talk to yourself,

think around, draw

diagrams, feel

the intensity

of your desire.

 

What does this

light throw,

and on what?

 

Hold yourself to the work.

Your ability to play

is the important thing,

so is the gradual movement

towards the unexpected.

 

Be flexible enough

to make the necessary

revisions.  Acknowledge

frankly the consequences.

 

There is no controlling

the world about us, there are

interferences and irritations,

there will be moments

of perplexity.

 

So then, discover

pleasures and fascinations,

become absorbed

in some joy. Be your own

secret door.

 

There will be

things left undone,

you might feel pressed

for time, but there will be

 

delicious idiosyncrasies

in your thinking

and learning

that will be oblivious

to everyone else

except you. And you might feel

wonderfully mischievous

and smile.

 

Be ready to believe in variations

and embellishments,

and possibilities of ever new

thrilling blessings rising

from your body.

 

Once you get yourself

well started, remember

bliss is viable, and

as you change patterns and ways

of self-recitations:

be clear about this:

 

wonder does wonders.

 

 


Taste Yourself, A Collage Poem, By Jennifer Angelina Petro

Taste Yourself

A Collage Poem

By

Jennifer Angelina Petro

 

Using words and phrases rearranged from, “Sex for One: The Joy of Self-Loving,” by Betty Dobson, PHD, combined with my own words and phrases.

 

 

 

Gather yourself

even though

you were taught to hide.

 

Let pleasure beget pleasure.

 

See the joyous windmills

whirl in the hedonistic heaven

where you belong–honest

to goodness.

 

Embellish the valentine cunt,

the sacred, wing-shrouded clitoris

with your own spit,

do fieldwork across your body,

remember the peripheries,

remember your nipples

are pebbles in the moon-

dappled waters of your soul–

feel the vibrator’s hum.

 

There are infinite delights

in the divine preorgasmic madness

shaking through your legs.

 

Through the happy little orgasms

laughing with you—go ahead—

unravel yourself—

 

shout your life-affirming coming

across America, across repression,

across what was written by men,

across what was taught

at home and church–go ahead—

taste yourself—

this is the gospel of truth.