O Belcebook
My friend Miguel
de Verga
And I, Lord of
the Balls
At the Madrid
Seminary
We used to visit
its Library
To select
"Beat" and "Sex" books
In the Foreign
Languages Section
With our
handsome cocks
While the
Librarian slept
In a mystical
slumber
For his erect
cock was clearly visible.
We called him
Belcebook
Because he
reminded us of Beelzebub
The god Satan of
Christian theology
Who seemed to be
flying
Hunting flies
Who was actually
called
Belial of Ekron.
Devotees of
these books
That taught us
the language of Shakespeare
We went blindly
selecting with our dicks
These books from
the Beat Section:
Blowdryer,
Jennifer “Wrong, Wrong, Wrong”
Bukowski,
Charles “Bring Me Your Love”
With
illustrations by Robert Crumb
Burroughs,
William S “Burroughs File”
Male, hurtful,
biting.
In an urn with
both dicks at once
We came across
the books by:
Ferlinghetti,
Lawrence “Pictures of the Gone World”
Ginsberg, Allen
“Howl & Other Poems”
Kerouac, Jack
“Dr. Sax”
Leary, Timothy
“High Priest”
Sargeant, Jack
“Naked Lens – Beat Cinema”.
During a break,
with our eyes open
Our penises
joyfully rubbing together
Miguel told me:
-If my mother
doesn't change her mind
She wants me to
marry a girl
Crazy as a loon.
And I'd barely
finished jerking off
He asked me with
a smile:
-Tell me, what
were you thinking, son?
It's time you
found a girlfriend
Because all the
jerking off
Is because
you're starved for women.
We closed our
eyes again
And we went to
the Sex Section
Talking about
the money we take from the collection plate
On “Seminary
Days”
When we go to
the parishes to ask for money
To help new
vocations.
Money we save
For when we
leave the Seminary
To go celebrate
life with prostitutes.
My erect penis
pointed to some books; these:
Aragon, Luis
“Irene’s Cunt”
Bannon, Ann “Odd
Girl Out”
Blue, Violet
“Ultimate Guide to Fellatio”.
Opening one eye,
I said to Miguel:
-Your mother is
a bad mother
For wanting you
to marry a crazy woman.
I closed my eye,
and Miguel pointed with his penis at
These books:
Califia, Pat
“Sensuous Magic”
De Sade, Marquis “Juliette”
Di Prima, Diane “Memoirs of a Beatnik”
Nin, Anais
“Incest”
Sprinkle, Annie
“Annie Sprinkle – Post Porn Modernist”
Taormino,
Tristan “Ultimate Guide to Anal Sex for Women”.
We opened our
eyes
And the
Librarian was still sleeping
With great
satisfaction
Standing in awe
Contemplating
him as if he had levitated
For his face
looked like that of a saint.
We approached
him
We rubbed our
penises together
As if from the
lamp of It was Aladdin
Running over his
eyes.
Before he came
back to his senses
We escaped
through a window
To get to our
rooms.
The next day
when we returned to the Library
And asked him
what he had dreamed
For we saw him
asleep, quite content
He, without
hesitation, told us:
I dreamed of
nuns of the Conception
Who gave me
three solemn blowjobs
And when I came,
they exclaimed:
O, Belcebook,
you are our love¡
-Daniel de Culla
The Child Horus Peeing
Behind The Cat's Tail
The child Horus,
weak of legs, almost newborn
Who could have
been called Hope according to Plutarch
A farmer and
cattleman from Cagaspurcio de la Sierra, Segovia
A now-vanished
village on the Silver Route
Known as “Wild
Cock”
Because he went
after women and girls
Showing them his
cock, saying:
--Whoever has a
whirlpool in their cunt
Will come with
me to the party
He went with his
little penis in his right hand, peeing on the tail
Of the cat
Bastet, who had the body of a girl
In order to pee
on her chestnut, or pussy
Sucking the
thumb of her left hand
As if it were a
pacifier
While his mother
Isis goes in search of her husband Osiris
Whom she thinks
is in the henhouse
Fucking a carnal
hen like a rooster overseer
Putting the
Horns, as they say.
On the plain or
flat of La Violada, where they bury
Women who have
been murdered
By their
husbands, lovers, or serial killers
As they do in
the Las Vegas desert (USA)
Some with a
pitchfork, some with a shovel
A certain Ortiz
Goloso, a native of Ávila, crossed his path
He, having
religious vocations
Was very
displeased to see this Horus child
Trying to pee on
Bastet the cat's chestnut
Taking out some
scissors he carried in the fanny pack
That hung from
his shoulder
Intending to
mortify him by scaring him
By saying: “I'm
going to cut off your little penis!”
Finally, the
scissors fell
And, by his
natural pedophilic instinct
Between desire
and regret, he said to the child:
-I'm only going
to kiss your little balls.
When he went to
kiss them, the cat was already gone
As if by a
miracle of understanding and virtue
The child Horus
turned into a Manneken Pis
“Peeing Boy”
Just like the
one in the historic center of Brussels (Belgium)
Peeing into the
bowl of Ortiz Goloso's mouth.
This one, when
he entered the Society of Jesus
And was sent to
Japan with others
He told his
companions during the journey
When telling
them what had happened:
-This boy's
urine tasted like Mass wine!
Meanwhile, the
cat Bastet
Climbed onto a
small platform next to the village church
Beginning to
urinate very calmly and with a mocking expression
A stream of mead
or beer
Like the “Peeing
Girl”
Located on the
east side of the Impasse de la Fidélité
“Alley of
Fidelity”
Near the Rue des
Bouchers “Butchers' Street”
Also in
Brussels, Belgium.
-Daniel de Culla
DANIEL DE CULLA
DANIEL DE CULLA: Writer, poet, painter
and photographer. Member of the Collegiate Association of Spanish Writers,
Earthly Writers International Caucus, Poets of the World, (IA) International
Authors, Surrealism Art, Friends of The Blake Society, Nietzsche Circle and
others. Director of Gallo Tricolor Review and Robespierre Review. He has
participated in numerous Poetry and Theater Festivals, has collaborated and
collaborates with various magazines and newspapers such as: Otoliths; The Stray
Branch, Down in the Dirt Magazine, Allien Buddha Zine, The Poet Magazine,
Uppagus, ReSite, GloMag, Fleas on the Dog, LAROLA, RAL'M, Misery Tourism,
Leavings, The Creative Zine, Terror House Press; and other national ones: Pluma
y Tintero, Letras de Parnaso, Revista Azahar, Cultura de Veracruz;
Vericuetos, Sol Cultural Center, etc.

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