If my love for thee were only rarer ( Read more... )

Thunder; Nothing but Thunder

Coriolanal Cavity Search

Yesterday (1564-1616)

So trivial and dim be the stage whence
spectacle trumps narrative and on speed:
we build good neighbors and a fence?
Iger’s Broadway grows cleanly like a weed.
O, what excuse will my poor Beast then find,
you say some Mary needs a line of blow?
Niel LaBute shows me the life of a mind;
That was a joke in case you did not know:

Ken ( Read more... )

An Advertisement Editor’s Strange, Erotic Journey from Dublin to Dublin

Molly Bloom me at the end of the pier,
will you? Oy vey! me and my frisky id
are salacious, capricious, insatious-
ly brought down by Dublin’s diverse delights.

(Over and in!) Bean me with a biscuit;
cuckold and blight me with Blazes and flames,
passy and testy; chest you ( Read more... )