The last poem from that section, from variety photo plays,
it's called "Giant Pacific octopus".
When I went to see Okee at the aquarium,
they also had an extraordinary creature
from the Pacific called the giant Pacific octopus.
I live with a giant Pacific octopus.
He settles himself down beside me on the couch in the evening.
With two arms, he holds a book that he
reads with his single eye.
He wears a pair of glasses over it for reading.
Two more arms go walking over to the sideboard
across the room where the crackers and cheese spread
he loves all.
And they send back endless canapes like a conveyor belt.
[LAUGHTER]
While his mouth is drooling and chomping,
another arm comes over and gropes me lightly.
It is like a breeze on my balls that sweep tentacles.
[LAUGHTER]
Other arms start slipping around my body under my clothes.
They wiggle right in, one around my waist
and all over and down the crack of my ass.
I am drawn into his midst where his hot mouth waits for kisses.
And I kiss him and make him into a boy
as all giant Pacific octopuses are really when you take them
into your arms.
All their arms fluttering around you
become everywhere sensations of pleasure.
So his sweet eye looks at me and his little mouth kisses me.
And I swear he has the body of a Greek God, my giant Pacific
octopus boy chick.
So this was what was in store.
When I first saw him in the aquarium,
he huddled miserably on the rug ignoring
the feast of live crabs they put in his windowed swimming pool.
You take home a creature like that
who needs love, who is a mess when you meet.
But who can open up like a flower with petal arms waving
around a beauty.
And it is a total pleasure to have him around,
even collapsible as he is like a big toy.
For as long as he will stay one night or a lifetime,
for as long as God will let you have him.