Still warm outside
in the August nite
Free childrens’ screams
echo from street to street

I sit alone, hot in my room
and dream of a day that is yet to come
Bemoan my lack of what I am
and what I long to be

Yet untested and screaming to be tried
the fences box me in
the game is played, the game is played
and I am not a player

In the lone desert of romance
I wander alone, without water, without love
a man across the way sneezes
rambunctious children yelp

Inside ageless work plays itself
upon the medium of TV
Outside I sit alone
in the heat of the August nite

                        AcB