His Research – Poem by Paul Hostovsky

Artwork by T.H. Cayne
Artwork by T.H. Cayne

Paul Hostovsky – His Research

This searching again
and again,
almost every night now,
for the beautiful
bodies of the world
which never before
in the history of the world
had been so
accessible. Thank God
for the Internet,
he thought, unbuttoning
his button
and sitting down to another
session. He was assiduous
in his observations—
the subtlest movements,
the most devastating
nuances, especially the mouths,
their forced openings
at the hands of so much
pleasure. All this he took
note of while his own mouth
opened in sympathy
with their mouths, or maybe
in sympathy with his eyes
which were never more
open in his life. His passion
for his research took the form
of a little string of spittle
that hung from his lower lip
in front of the monitor
and swung like a pendulum
above the trackball
that rolled around and around
like an eye
beneath his touch.

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