Elm-fuck poem, Ed Sanders, 1966
in to the oily crotch
place dick
go up
kiss the gray white tree
fondle the crotch
sweet juice there flowing
to which you place the tongue
to suck the pulse of the
Hamadryad
come into the cool gray
bark the hair-gray color of Persephone
how difficult it is
to be fucked
in the volcano!
ahhhhh but how sweet
the elm tree's rheuming
gray bark made black
by the viscid
fluid flowing
out of the branches-
I place my dick
in the tight in-fold of the elm V
-heat of the summer-
fuck till the come drift
down thru the bark furrows
fuck thru the warm afternoon
Sperm steams in the sun
birds in the branches
sun shines thru
seed steam
thru
wing of butterfly
wetting its
furry fluttering tips
I have given myself to the elm
I have soaked the dryad's shawl
What a wonderful world,
a palace of gentle sexual aggression.
Tree baby!
how I love to rim
your bark slits
kiss the leaves
above your dripping
elm crotch oozing
at the base
I place my penis
over the mish
& slowly start to
shove it deeper
encasing it in to deep deep elm snatch
Let me sing
of a need to fuck
at once the tousled leaf elm
place the lingam
in wet tree oil-
slowly O lovely lady,
such care & kindness
-as when rabbit nose
snoozles a carrot-
but give it thrill jabs.
give it to her.
worship the Dryad
fill her with foaming
under the elm boughs
heavy in the summer wind
to fill all holes,
lovely longing lone lingam
plugging the vastness
Do you feel it, pretty humans,
& do you know
a tree-twat is as good as
a buttock
& the elm branch is the dryad's breast