The FAB&PP Poem of the Month for August 2010
It's the dog days of the All-Star
game: Fourth of July gone
by;
summer heat in full fury, and not
much to distinguish tomorrow
from
today. Going through books like gin
and tonics, some better than
others,
with fresh lime and good Bombay
gin, and some that finishing
would
be too much like work. It's the
Maynard G. Krebs time of
life.
Really good first sentences written
almost 50 years ago, always
meant to
be revisited at some moment very
much like this moment, now seem
to
haunt the humid air like summer
movie trailers. Blank walls
beckon
and, invisible, the new moon rises.