Take me, then, to the licentious decade!
It’s a small cake but you nevertheless
get the feeling that something could
very well pop out of it at any moment.
I am really digging all of the jokes
about the Boy Scouts of America.
I don’t mind saying this because
I myself was scout. The
sad kid
staring out through the tent flaps
at a pasture glazed with a coat
of snowy ice or icy snow.
What-
ever the case, it’s still mostly just
ice. Was that you dreaming
about
a golf course for a back yard? A
dime a dozen, I say, thinking
further about the many others
longing for games of two in one
hole. But take a look
around.
This could just be the licentious
decade? Whatever the
case,
I say we just live it.
Has it
happened all before?
Is it
happening now? Could
it
really only be our first time?
Boohoo! Snooze!
Oh, Sunday afternoon!
