The Hammock

The Hammock
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“the stutter
is the plot”
—Charles Olson
Billy Budd

It was late at night—
Billy Budd was in his
Hammock beating-off

With a sudden surge—
Billy shot his copious
Wad on the floor
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Like the contents—
Of a soup pan on a
New-swabbed deck

Except that Claggart—
Happened to be
Passing by and…
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The greasy wad—
Streamed onto his
Black shiny boots

Without saying anything—
Claggart moved on
Ignoring the accident
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Then his countenance—
Changed and he turned
Around smiling

Billy had just barely—
Recovered from his nasty
Ejaculation and
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Fearing for the worse—
Laid nude pretending
To be sleeping away

While still convulsing—
Unable to conceal
His cumly curvatures
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Claggart walked—
Over to Billy there
In the hammock

The Master-at-Arms—
Stood over the kid
Still oozing cum
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Shiny black boots—
Glinting in the dark
Smeared with jizz

Was it merely—
An accident such
A surly thing?
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The manly squirt—
A spontaneous thing
Just a wetdream?

Billy’s eyes were—
Closed tight as a
Hanged man’s eyes
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And Billy was still—
Quivering like a
Plate of Jell-O

When well-hung—
Sailors were hanged
They shot that way
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Claggart smiled—
Playfully tapping his
Rattan on the boy

Sliding the baton—
Slowly down Billy’s
Hard flat belly
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“Handsomely done—
Billy Boy, my lad,”
Claggart said slyly

“And Handsome is—
as Handsome does!”
Going down on him
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Billy the Stutterer—
Stuttered helplessly
Every slutty night

Both Vere & Claggart—
Sharing the handsome sailor
Between them greedily
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“God Bless, Capt Vere!”—
Billy would say afterwards
In the captain’s chambers

“Damn you, Claggart!”—
Billy would say hissing at
The Masturbator-at-Arms
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A slow roll of the hull—
A ponderous surge of
Those great ocean waves

Like a moody Diva—
Recovering from the
Periodic roll to seaward
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Regaining an even keel—
After the last precious
Unwilling hammock blow

Billy Budd’s climax—
Hung there in the hammock
Hanging later from the mast
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Either way Billy Budd—
Was unwilling to let it show
His virile Vulnerability

Each time Billy came—
A strange dumb gesturing
And gurgling came outta him
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Convulsing tongue-tied—
Straining indifferently
In agony & teen aloofness

A condemned vestal virgin—
A priestess buried alive
On a Ship of Fools
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A startling Impoliteness—
Then suddenly a violent
Paralysis and discharge

A young athlete’s groan—
Claggart going down
His mermaid manly lips
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“Fatal boy,” Vere says—
When Billy comes to his
Cabin for sloppy seconds

Bracing the boy’s loins—
Into a standing position then
Getting him back down
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Shooting his manhood—
Turing his face away from
Captain Vere’s eager eyes

Foretopman foreskin—
Captain’s hammock boy
Indecent Sea valet
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Claggart so jealous—
Hot for coxswain cock
Gagging on it nicely

Knowing the youth’s—
Rich violet blurring
Muddy purple dickhead
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Mesmerizing glans—
Uncoiling the kid’s snake
Queen of Cobra Island

Both older men spoiled—
Touched to the quick
By Billy’s sullen innocence
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Both men crucified by—
Their desires & pent-up
Uncouth wantonness

The way Billy stuttered—
Despite his violent attempts
To control his convulsions
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Struggling like a flying fish—
Outta water flopping around
Helplessly there on deck

Satisfied only by Billy’s—
Lost innocence dying slowly
In his hammock below deck
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Billy Budd straining—
His swollen Nut ending up
Smearing his canvas coffin

Both Vere & Claggart—
Knowing all too well he’d
End up down in Davy’s Locker
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Boss Cupid sailor boy—
Hung by the neck till dead
That’s what they wanted

Whether slowly at night—
Below deck in the dark
Deep in the depths
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Or up there on deck—
Swinging from the yardarm
Squirting his brains out

Billy couldn’t help it—
Claggart was so pushy and
Captain Vere insistent
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Sooner or later—
Billy would end up the
Hanged Man pretty soon

The Bellipotent moaned—
And groaned with the
Sea-surge’s lost innocence
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The ship’s timbers ached—
Swinging hammocks swung
And Claggart got his fill

Poor Billy Budd—
The Handsome Sailorboy
Feigned fear & hung on
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Deadly afraid of Claggart—
Knowing it was surely
Death if he didn’t let him

Claggart with his reputation—
For dumping young sailors
Overboard for not putting-out
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Shipboard life was—
Secretive yet everybody
Knew the tricks of the trade

Young sailors like Billy—
In demand because they
Weren’t tainted with VD
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Claggart couldn’t stand—
Sharing Billy with Capt Vere
Things would get ugly soon

The Bellipotent wasn’t the—
First ship plagued by vulgar
Mutiny by a Pretty Boy…
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Claggart guilted Billy—
Forcing him below deck
Every chance he got

All the other sailors—
Simply shrugged so what?
Life at Sea wasn’t Pretty
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Claggart the queer—
Masturbator-at-Arms
Knowing what he wanted

Billy Budd for dinner—
All those Caviar Tears
Tres Sushi Boy Deluxe!
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Claggart wanted to—
Annihilate Billy’s
Innocence with guilt

Making him his—
Unwilling Accomplice
Sexually his Slave
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Decadent yearnings—
Indecent greedy lips
Wanting Billy Boy Blue

Claggart was desperate—
Hiding his Loneliness
By corrupting Billy Budd
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Pulling Billy down—
All the way down with him
Into depths of despair

Capt Vere not much—
Better standing Erect
And tall as a musket
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Keeping the façade—
Of the Royal Navy intact
Even tho rotting inside

Billy Budd caught—
Between the Devil and
The Deep Blue Sea
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He could only—
Stutter & look away
During each awful lay

Both Vere & Claggart—
Taking the kid for a ride
Fucking & sucking him silly
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Poor Bellipotent Boy—
So exquisitely shy when
Commandeered at Sea

Shanghaied shamelessly—
By those with an eye for
Fine young Male Beauty
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Subjecting him to their—
Brute Force soliloquy sung
On deck just for him

Billy Budd’s Swan Song—
Dancing at the end of his
Tight taunt jerking Rope