Free sake for now

I wonder if the magpies building a nest in the tree outside my window
would care about Lenin’s invention,

or if the seagulls crying on the roof of the church across the street
would be fond of hashtagging their vaginas,

because if I were a woman,
I would probably feel offended today;

but since I’m not, I’d rather wait a few days
for free sake and a glorious view of youbutsu.

Perhaps one day we’ll finally find peace
beyond our genitals.

New Year’s wishes

There’s no grandeur in the art
of fellatio without embracing the fact
that you’re gonna get hurt either way,
whether you swallow or spit
(which you probably wouldn’t think about
on New Year’s Eve, if ever),
if the recipient happens to be a theocon,
because he either accuses you of abortion
or cannibalism—bad jokes aside, let’s hope
the new year brings us a soixante-neuf
with more of that ‘Make love, not war’ vibe.