Apr 7, 2009


Written by Daniel Nester

Read by Shin Yu Pai

The main plotlines are never important.
As in Shakespeare, it’s merely the precis
Over which laureate neighbors quiver.
Remember the Judge, crying, indignant,
Remember Rodney, heckling him with loud
Wild bets. After the gumball scuffle scene
And some caddy in a half nelson cried,
They’re off to the green world to choose up teams,
A tourney decided by bombfire. The slobs —
Dancing to Journey, a saturnalian
Gang bang on the grass — have beaten the snobs.
Chased by Rodney’s goons, the Judge, Shylockian,
Pulls out Willy, his Excalibur club,
For one last swing in sweltering Bushwood.