Fast-Moving Consumer Goods Therapy
I want to expose myself for the love of the people.
I would lurrve to flash my man meat
among the aisles of Countdown
(the bakery section, specifically)
Among the unpackaged loaves of doughy bread,
expose myself to a crowd of middle aged equine enthusiasts
or a family of sad accountants
munching croissants and fleshy baps slowly
for the love of the people.
I can’t wait for love to come to me.
Liberation is not in Jesus Christ or in coke zero or burger rings
or in dark aisles of afterhours laundromats
Liberation is in sharing and loving and taking pride
In the things I do, in helping and in
to those in need and vulnerable.
So yesterday I took public transport to the Avondale markets where I saw a group of disenfranchised supermarket workers and one thing lead to another and just like how Jesus turned his body into bread, and he spread his love for the people all around, feeding the hungry poor and healing the sick, lame, and blind, and so I exposed myself to a crowd of senior citizens.
People have shared with me 34 true stories
in the category of I Love To Expose Myself
but it’s not enough for love of the people.
If I board a flight to Christchurch and you invite me over and then we smoke e-cigarettes then eat cheese and onion sandwiches that’s similar to the way Coltrane used to play so I will masturbate quietly to the sounds of George Michael
in the international flavours section of Pak’n’Save,
taking pride in the world and in myself
for love and solidarity
of the people.
I don’t want to expose myself for the bourgeoisie at their Pokemon parties. I just want to Reclaim my Inner Self so that I can express my love for the people and Overcome the Fear of “Putting Yourself Out There”. I want to expose myself just like Sharon Mesmer did when she turned up to a fawn party on the White House lawn as a clown deer who later committed suicide. “If my poetry aims to achieve anything,” says the late Sexually Emancipated Communist, “it’s to deliver people from the limited ways they expose themselves in grocery stores, in RotoVegas, or in Queenstown or Rainbow’s End,
Just like when a snail falls in love with a tape dispenser
Or when Justin Bieber gives out dating advice
I will become a beacon of hope for the people because I love myself, and I love the people, so much that even supermarket checkout workers or P cooks or plant managers can see how we could be together as one
in exposing ourselves
as nakedly as we can.
Published in Mimicry 2