In Your Way

We're all an archeologist digging through our holy waste.
We're all an archeologist in urgent search of one high missing piece.

Now you're uncovered under my spotlight;

I maneuver each little potsherd, trying to put your life complete.

So why do you still resist?

Bring me into your days,

oh bring me into your ways,

your arms, your dreams, your thoughts, your schemes.

Bring me, oh bring me deep into your crotch.

After such tender words as these, how can you still resist?

Any poet’s a privileged beast, main course at the culture feast.
Every poet's a privileged beast, society's sacrificial priest.

And I'm your private cosmic messenger, and -- every word like legal tender –

I'm poetry's last big spender!

You cease, but yet I persist.

Bring me into your days, oh bring me into your ways, your arms,

your dreams, your thoughts, your schemes.
Bring me, oh bring me deep into your crotch.

And oh, such tender words as these! How oh how you do resist.

--Duane Vorhees