(content) Pleasures

[billy]

At the peak of despair my rucksack contains
some glistening keepsakes.
Though burdened by sadness and hate
I cannot deny these trifling pleasures.

I take pleasure in art which convinces me,
if only for a while, that human designs have worth,
and hope and love are real as bones.
Like Oriental lamps it floats to the roof of my skull,
a thousand fragile lighthouses.

I take pleasure in the buttocks of men
when they're firm as a deity's fist, high as roofbeams
and tight as a highwayman's heart. would a comma after roofbeams work better than the first and?
When I see ones I like I want to bury myself inside them, should it be a comma after like
cock and balls entirely, until my gender disappears.

I take pleasure in battered chicken.
Even the greasy paper bag and polysterene cup of sauce styrene
resurrects my joyousness, lost since childhood.

I take pleasure in nihilism and atheism.
Humility is beautiful, and the buttocks of men taste that bit more divine
when one doesn't have to thank Yahweh for them.

i can't find much i don't like about this one.

i laughed at I take pleasure in the buttocks of men but it's just because it seems that men despite their gender differences are all alike really. some good strong descriptive images that carry the reader along.
i like the way you use the sexuality in the poem in an everyday passing comment. it makes it natural.

thanks for the read.