i call it the testicles

stimulate your ears
to quoteunquote hear
the drowning din of

mutilated militias
whose marching is
markedly monotonous

obsessed with the
excessive and elaborate
protocol of courting

those in fear
of the hairy knuckles
of the clutches

of death
shouting redundancies
for their own sakes

(the selves AND the redundancies
i know i know that IS a lot of sakes
but we'll manage)

shielded from shame
stepping softly sneaking
swiftly down

the snaking slipshod
stair of science
(watch the parades)

these men furiously
blindly leading the charge
down alliteration's alleyways

into the hearts and minds
of those whose egos
go to die again

possessing
what is traditionally called
the quoteunquote willingness

some call it the mettle
i call it the testicles
and there's some mountain

and there's egoless corpses
with giant fucking testicles
pacing around the icy summit

efflorescing sense
seeking for seeking's sake
pursuing that which it is

not rational to believe exists
just placing another toothpick
at the foot of this

          excruciatingly
      jerry-rigged
ladder  of   toothpicks
  shamelessly aimed at
    poking the bear

he must be poked
but careful careful
it's bursting at the seams

that which we'll call supreme
the truth's king
singinginginging

and if you feel
the sound in your mouth
keep chewing.