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 THE BANTER BAR SHOW by SHANE WINDHAM

EPISODES:

The KEYSTONE ROOM EpisodeThe PISS CUP EpisodeThe GOIN’ BOWLING EpisodeThe BLOOD AND HONEY EpisodeThe UNQUESTIONABLY HOMEBREW EpisodeThe ALL STAR EpisodeThe BLONDE EpisodeThe SMELLY JELLY EpisodeThe PIZZA JUICE EpisodeThe DINNER PARTY EpisodeThe SCATTERBRAINED EpisodeThe HERE FOR BEER EpisodeThe BROKEN ROBOT EpisodeThe SHRIMP SURPRISE EpisodeThe BREWHOUSE BJ EpisodeThe SPIRIT FINGERS EpisodeThe CORKY EpisodeThe ACCIDENTAL NUDITY EpisodeThe ZEE-BOB & T...

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POEM - Erasure of Three Seasons

I fear I’ve seen too little of Earth’s beauty

Fear I’ve wasted myself, coloring within

the lines which others taught me to mind

  

I fear the forgettable smallness of my impact

Fear the best in me won’t outshine their gossip

once I’m rot upon bones

  

I fear my children facing tomorrow without me

Fear the unfairness of my own father being

able to attend my funeral

I fear not having watched more films twice over

Fear pride has left me holding more cushions

at night than I ever held my fellow dreamers

  

I fear ...

POEM - Hearthfire

Lie to me out of habit

Tell me how happy you are to be

towing the line of a bland bottom

Make me doubt the obviousness of it;

of you being the only color left

in that shared universe

  

Lie to me with such believable bravado;

whatever keeps the alluring light of your star

warming me like a summer cocoon

For I no longer recognize myself,

save this tireless yearning for you;

which is a return to the unbridled zeal

of my younger clay

And I need you like a graceless spurring

toward that dreamt-of, desert oasis

  

Kn...

POEM - Sundance

You are the library, not just a book;

an ‘in the flesh’ affirmation

which stirred me to stop ignoring the present

so that I might be with the past

  

Not a firework, but the whole finale

Such a tragic blessing, recognition

of the fact it took me literal years

to understand that what you most

remind me of is youth

  

Candles tend to haunt dark places

—feeding the emptiest of eyes—

but you refuse to take leave of the sun;

thus, why it is that you so often need reminding

of your own, near-blinding brightness

There...

POEM - DJ Silence

There will be no saving any of us

There is only the time we have left,

and whatever manner of love

we choose to fill it with

  

Both of my eyes have seen you,

true, but only one at a time

So to believe that you deserve more of me

is to admit it’s not only me you want

  

Still, why were we given two hands

if people insist on holding but one?

Yes, I’m insinuating it’s possible to care

for more than a single somebody

  

I’ve known many whose egos rejected

this progressive notion outright, but

you don’t strike me as...

POEM - Obligatory Amatory

Her pussy tastes like rain;

feels like sunshine

There’s vanilla sugar on her

readily kneadable tail

  

Of all the backs I’ve shot upon,

hers alone affords infinite ammo

Of all the mouths I’ve popped within,

hers always drains my every drop

  

With both arms above her head,

she doesn’t have to beg for pleasure

With both mouth and eyes agape,

she breathlessly giggles near the brow

  

I once believed she’d be far too much,

or entirely too little;

it never occurred to me that she

could also be neither and both

  

I’d s...

POEM - Fire-Kissed

Would that I could give you of myself

with every breath left to me

Would that I could do more than look at you;

feeling, yet never saying

There’s nothing small about this world

of near-endless possibilities,

but you make me sympathetically blind

to everything beyond your presence

   

Would that I could hold you

the way it’s clear no one does

Would that I could lose sleep to the sound

of your lungs actually beside me

This vicious thrill we share in suppression

is akin to knowing that the greatest of lost loves...

POEM - 96

Consider, if you would, that with me

you’d never have to set foot

in another church again

We could simply pray to all those

known certainties instead

  

Tis a fool’s forte to pass

the least-necessary class

  

I hereby promise to fuck you fiercest

on Wednesday nights,

and Sunday mornings

Your red wine veins would be

the centerpiece of every feast

  

Beneath our very feet, the unknown

continues to not make any difference

  

So commune with all the rings

on the trunk of my family tree

Let us fall in love like children...

POEM - For My Green Person

I don’t want someone like you;

I want you, specifically

And there is no reasoning I can offer

as to the root of my why

The closest I’ve come in thought

would be to say that

you tend the invisible brokenness;

that you heal the orphaned unknown

  

My heart is so tired;

so very tired of dreaming,

but never waking

How is it that I can burn so long to see you,

then scarcely offer the ash of speech

when I finally do?

We both know the answer; a fact I find

in your wide, earthy eyes

Your laugh and pitch, comforting tell...