311. asparagus soup.
I can look back on it now & laugh
but at the time
it really wasn’t that funny
adrift in the baking sun
for days on end
nothing to eat
nothing to drink
except the asparagus soup
til that ran out
& we watched the last tin float away.
and desperate times
call for desperate measures
drinking your own pee’s not that easy
without a cup, or a soup can
still, it could have been worse
– normally I’d give my right arm
to be alone with Jennifer Lopez
but the aftertaste….
when I surface from hallucinating
& remember that it’s not J-Lo
no – it’s Nick Griffin,
and we’d drunk the Listerine days ago.
I’m just glad I wasn’t hungry.