Nonsense

We went skinny dipping in the murky lake. 
The cops chased us through the graves.
I got burrs in my hair, you were stung by a bee, 
Running naked on calloused feet. 
Over the wall where flowers crowded out the crumbs of concrete.  
Too long a tale for the barren screen. 
Painless, safe and dressed in the air conditioning
They choose to be gods 
Without memory.