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.

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