Sonnet
Decadent cuisine spreads like wildfire from the kitchen
to the upper decks. Sunbathers by the pool dip their chips
in the salsa, take a break from their fasting. San Diego
basks in the sun, as fence-builders move along toward
the east, securing the border against encroachments
by hostile cruise ships. All destinations on sale now that
fine wines are served in half-pints, buddy. Two days left
before we leave port, adventure-bound acupuncturists off
on a spree, leaving the seven-county disaster area behind
in the capable hands of the National Guard. Some redheads
were Neanderthals. Or was it the other way around? DNA
testing does have its limits. McCain vows to follow Osama
to the gates of hell, that half-million acres of smoking ruin.
No air-conditioned medical tents there, one can be sure.
Hal
Halvard Johnson
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