Caribbean You

More than a vacation, a vocation In the field of tranquility you Search the Caribbean blue Sensation or mental refuge White sandy beaches wet Peaches in drinks collect Making the experience perfectly Sweet, worthy as a bodily Treat. Club nights, escapes In lantern light vases Erases memories of work And the Jerk in Apartment 24B. you are lovely, true Disconnection from Kansas Dorothy, pitchfork my ass! And to heck with Toto too, I like cats, Bat-monkey bellhops serving champagne On balcony restaurants under starry Safari-scene coca bean cabanas. Your hammock sways, snapping Shirt stays as rays of sunlight brook Your book and cook toes That glow from wearing Black shoes. No swearing, Sweating, connecting flights To sit here and there, eating On the go in slow traffic, lights And horns blearing in through Hotel windows. Without AC You see a sea on your desk In your messed up cluster Schmuck of yucky tapestry Adorning cubical rat Mazes. In code and number Each node and blunder, busses Screeching breaks on lakes Of concrete. meat sickles Tickle the fancy of Metro Nancy’s claiming amnesty From male mannerisms As aneurisms claim hardy Workaholic espresso toting Suits late for some meeting. Welcome to Pleasure Island Were your wildest dreams Are you, making love to Models, crack dealing to stay Away from the hustle, bustle, bubble Muscle-man tan left sleeve down world. Colors brilliantly hue the rising Set down let down, it all really is A biz of romance looking askance At boom box beats from street Thugs in Timberland boots That choose to use time As a crime enterprise Of lies. But you aren’t there You’re there in bikini underwear On the water in your Caribbean You picture frame from a last Trip that wasn’t drug induced :)