Jul 12, 2007 17:55
WE'VE STAGED AN ATTACK
BUT OUR BACKYARD BUNKER
HAS BECOME A HOT BOX
OUR INTENTIONS GET LOST IN THIS HUMIDITY
SO WE ONLY WANDER AROUND
AFTER EACH OTHER
CARRYING SPEARS, LOOKING BEWILDERED
WE'RE BREATHING HEAVILY THROUGH THE GREEN,
CURSING THE WARM MARTINI AIR