Saturday, November 05, 2005

 
Intrigues

A mega fog traps us
in Budapest. It's

probably in the depths
of the Cold War. Spies

abound & ravenous
women coax secrets
where none exist.

They know their stuff
when no one else does.

The Hungarians refuse
to accept our goodness
on its face. After

bitching,we're free
to go,warily. Where's

the catch? Simply,
a dirty business--All

Americans await
transport.



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