Three Poems about Arnold:

breakfast of champions

egged on
by the public
that guy owes
me some bacon
served up over
easy with a side
of milquetoast
buttered and laid
in a dish of milk
the one who speaks
softly, gets
whacked
first, with
a big stick



the pursuit of masculine perfection

one pump is
better than coming
up a disciplined,
young savage
strapping yet brutal
in white leather
inversion
boots

fit and well
hung he
could tell you squat
about submission
banished from
the competition
for unnecessary
roughness
at break time
league expansion,
everywhere

legs
legs
legs



on the secret sex lives of body builders

hard on yourself
and hard on others

the cock isn’t
a muscle that
grows in proportion…

to a man’s ego
I went out there
feeling like King Kong

atop the Chrysler tower,
the heroine was heavy -
by building standards

she can weigh 150
pounds, I don’t care
if she’s a good fuck

having chicks around
is the kind of thing that
breaks up intense

training

everyone jump on
and we’ll all
get together

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