Sunday, October 03, 2004

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BASKETBALL ON THE BEACH

Soccer, maybe. Frisbee. Kitesurfing.

Some sand packs hard enough, say,
Cape Canaveral.

The beach itself
Is basically unuseable.

The head of an enemy Aztec --
Make a baby voice at it,

Have a dream
Of a nuclear explosion.

Everything costs money,
Including fire.

We stand around and admire
Our incomprehension.

We're out of time outs,
And the waves could win an Oscar.

I love the sun,
That's who.