The Carnival

Static lives in anticipation

End of term in view

Warm, though not yet summer

In a wet, green world

Shorts extracted

from wardrobes dormant

for alabaster legs

Wholly unprepared

A celebration of sirens

and batons

Clubs of the state

with happy faces painted on

What sick fantasies we have seeded

Silly young girls

indiscreetly confess desires

She always wanted to make out

in the back of a cruiser

There are more tender offerings

sacrificed at this altar