Dark Lady Poetry - Louie Crew




Louie Crew

A Shaking Spear


My lover's buns are nothing like a God's.
Plate glass is far more rippled than his chest.
His six-inch fuse becomes his only rod.
With no cologne but rankest funk he's blessed.

 I have seen glistening men, hirsute or smooth,
but no alluring luster's in his face.
And I've known even yokels less uncouth
clutching their men in graceless long embrace.

 I like to hear my lover's tuneful shower,
but any glories there are merely myths,
for though his songs indeed my spunk empower,
the truth is that he all too often lithps.

 And yet I swear my man's to me more real
than hunky clones who, unrehearsed, can't feel.



 Louie Crew, 72, an Alabama native, is an emeritus professor at Rutgers.   He lives in East Orange, NJ, with Ernest Clay, his husband of 35+ years. 
As of today, editors have published  1,952  of Crew's poems and essays. Crew has edited special issues of College English and Margins. He has written four poetry volumes Sunspots (Lotus Press, Detroit, 1976) Midnight Lessons (Samisdat, 1987), Lutibelle's Pew (Dragon Disks, 1990), and Queers! for Christ's Sake! (Dragon Disks, 2003).