December 23, 2013

Amorak Huey

MICK JAGGER’S PENIS TURNS 69

Mick Jagger’s penis is pleased to meet you.
Mick Jagger’s penis is the John Lennon’s penis
of penises. Also, the Steven Tyler scarf collection
of penises, the David Lee Roth midair crotch thrust,
the Gene Simmons codpiece, the Axl Rose attitude of penises.
This is a lot of pressure for a penis,
big shoes for a penis to fill. Mick Jagger’s penis
doesn’t ask for much, these days. Mick Jagger’s penis
is strongly influenced by the blues and knows
whom this song is about. There are two versions
of Mick Jagger’s penis: the one the world sees
and the one that lies awake at night
and worries it has let someone down.
Sometimes it wants to be remembered,
to leave its mark on the world, it wants
to be more than footnote, punchline, punching bag.
Sometimes it just wants to be held.
It grows weary of everything having two meanings.
If you ask Mick Jagger’s penis about its dreams,
it will tell you about a certain lightning storm
over a certain lake—which means
nothing more or nothing less than what it was:
the dark water, the sky splitting open.

from Rattle #40, Summer 2013

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Amorak Huey: “I don’t think I’ve ever used ‘penis’ in a poem before, and now I probably have well exceeded my personal lifetime limit for the word. I wanted to write something irreverent, something maybe kind of funny, something definitely about Mick Jagger. I often tell people that every poem I write is a love poem, and I guess this one is, too.” (@amorak)