Archive for December, 2010


I’m a cunning carnal linguist.
I’ve broached subjects near and far.
I’ve searched for light without respite.
I’m raising that poetic sexual bar.

I’m a cunning carnal linguist.
I’ve plunged myself in deep.
I’ve discovered some ways to titillate my days.
I’m read to share and not keep.

I’m a cunning carnal linguist.
I’ve tongued my fair share of ears.
I’ve circled the space that’s led to that Holy Place.
I’m moving forward without fear.

I’m a cunning carnal linguist.
I’ve played a game or two.
I’ve torn and tussled, mauled and muscled.
I’m not one to shy away from blood-are you?

I’m a cunning carnal linguist.
I’ve enraptured those who aren’t free.
I’ve tried to be what they wanted from me.
I’m certain now they never could see.

I’m a cunning carnal linguist.
I’ve besmirched my fair share of beds.
I’ve done up and down on my wordy merry-go-round.
I’m always looking to get a head.

I’m a cunning carnal linguist.
I’ve broached subjects near and far.
I’ve searched for light without respite.
I’m raising that poetic sexual bar.

Dzemma ban

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here’s a toast

Here’s to that thing with the money
that speaks words dripping with honey,
that promises and promises
and brings us all smiles,
that knew, in the end,
that we’d all just be sitting in the aisles,
wondering what could have been.

Here’s to the people who labored
away for weeks to get a taste of that flavor
of the stage, who believed in a joke
about a play that poked
fun at silly actors and fools,
people who have hearts and souls
and wear them on their sleeves every day and night.

Dzemme ban