Ode to A Porn Star
Yes, sometimes I wanna be a pornstar
I ain't proud or ashamed or off my rocker too far
There are arguments for both sides
If you can just put your judgement aside
And for a moment let back in the tide of
Why it might be right
Why there's nothing to hide
Cowgirl ride that twelve inch cock, ride!
Through the white oil mountains cashing in...
...in front of the dirty dozen and a camera
Be a Chimera and by that I mean
Bee a three-in-one girl
How many of us can be a lion and a goat and a serpent seed?
A mother and lady and a whore
Picking the best of Neruda's Tomatoes in a garden so green
Eve has envy.
Now, I am not going to pretend it's all fantasy
That I have no fear of the power of this kind of emancipation
This insemination, indignation, intrusion of the nursery
That hole where fathers took their daughters six feet under
(And I ain't talkin' no earth grave)
Six feet under the covers and fed them to the sisters of Hollywood Blvd.
Those wise women who know the underbelly like the back of their hand
Can't you understand?
There is a good abyss to every sea
It ain't all bad my little chicadee
They all don't become that dead thing on the side of the road
They've got their own mythologie
They keep walkin' with their thumbs erect
They are survivors - All of 'em
No matter how you string their pearls
Up the ass or around the neck
They ain't hanged ‘‘til the reaper come to collect
There is really nothing more to dissect or perfect or reject.
They got the knowin' of something deep
Whether it come priceless or cheap
They got that citrine
They got the smarts and stuff of The Virgin Queen
They got the fetish of white noise and black back straps
Found a god within the corona lipsmack
The clickity clack of polished ruby red stiletto
So be in it their own sexual ghetto
They ride the magic balloon to their own Queendom
They just blow and put those heels together three times...
There ain't no place like home
There ain't no place like home
There ain't no place like home
I am comin' home
I'm comin'
© Rachel Lisi 2004