When Justin Grimbol's poems attend the Banquet for Political Poetical Correctness, they may very well be seen putting their feet on the table, ordering beer instead of wine, and discussing topics ranging from pubic hair to stretch marks. They may very well have not been invited to the event in the first place. But as the evening progresses and these same poems settle in, reflect and drift though the various stages of their creation, some very profound transformations begin to take place. Meditations on childhood, on loss, on the possibilities of love and lust, on the darkness and light of living through this strange carnival of life and of trying to do this in ribald fashion, make for some marvelous moments of verse.