I yearned for ecstasy but feared
Just what the gods would say,
If in my hand I took my joy
And with it tried to play.
“Insane you’ll go,” a stern voice warned,
“If you dare stroke that putz.”
I hesitated ‘till I thought:
“Hey. I'm al-ready nuts!”
Wooooooooheeeeeeeeee!
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
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