Selected Juvenalia of Brian Pursley

[Crusader Chaplain]

OUR LOT IN THE CAVE

I am prurient and take delight
Abiding in the street all night.

I’ve known two women at once before
And would’ve accepted Lot’s offer at the door.

But my concubine because she is the same,
I wish God would turn to salt and make lame.

-- Brian Pursley

I SAT UPON THE SHIP DECK

I sat upon the ship deck drinking gin
When out on the ocean I spyglassed the fin
Of the callipygean Nereid my heart would win.

Naked thing I love your wet skin
And on the sandy beach your body I pin,
Chest against breast – an amorous din.

Forgive me, Philosophers, for this sin
But Nature is responsible for the mess I’m in
And so is the gin that I’ve been drinkin’.

-- Brian Pursley

MY TROIANESS

I’m writing poems inside my head,
After smoking weed and drinking mead,
About the lovers I’ve lost and the dead.

There was one I would follow wherever she led;
She was a sexy succubus at making seed,
But her nails and lips were Troian red.

One night we had a fight in bed.
I couldn’t believe the things she said.
Now I know we will never wed.

And though she had a models head,
She caused my fragile heart to bleed;
Thus long ago I should have fled.

-- Brian Pursley