THAT OBSCURE OBJECT OF DESIRE
Desire is all there is – The one essential.
Desire itself’s an object of desire -
You can try, but you will never satisfy it -
It’s that obscure thing, of which you’ll never tire.
We feel desire, We do not understand it.
Believe me there are far more Q’s than A’s -
And every answer begs a thousand questions -
And each one’s like some dark byzantine maze.
An image keeps emerging from your psyche -
Of a semi naked woman, on a bed.
It’s just one among so many million billions -
On a reel, rotating deep inside your head.
This isn’t just a matter of exposure.
We really are hard wired for all this stuff.
The godly tell you simply to reject it!
But you will find that will power’s never been enough!
The eyes connect direct to the unconscious -
Those windows of the soul perform their part -
A glimpse of ankle’s sometimes quite sufficient -
To upset the very best run apple cart.
You are helpless – All resistance will be futile.
You are in the thrall of ever urgent need.
You were programmed in the far off pre-historic -
With a code that reads “Obey the wanting seed!”
Can it really be, that every human action -
From War and Peace, to Love, and Boom and Bust.
All Art and Science, Music, Crime and Punishment -
Are rooted in the soil of human lust?