i need a vacation
to a place that has not ever
cleaned up medical waste
perhaps aruba
i am familiar with the potentates
and constabulary on that lone island
i don’t want to sea
a fucking lighthouse
just the warmth of the son
i am full of love
guiding light
in ways you can’t imagine
maybe you can
i focus on twin stars writing their hearts
onto eighth grade parchment paper
this season we’ll not make it to the goal
of quarterly smithsonian visits
spring got lost in a cloud of napalm and pain
summer is almost here and
my chariot becomes a flower filled hearse once again
i drive past millenia that never fade
my trunk full of german engineering
an obama stickered dixiecrat
i am crying joyous tears, forgiveness, and life budding anew
at four weeks the heart has begun to beat
i pretend to drink bourbon
for the wanton masses
but i
like dean martin
another rat packer
i’m only pretending to be drunk to keep up
the slurry illusion
you and i
both know it’s apple juice
fresh squeezed
you put it back into my eden
forbidden fruit after the first time came
cherry trees grow new limbs
so do i
so do you
perhaps aruba
4 replies on “perhaps aruba”
Oh… apple juice? lol… ; ) This is so lovely.
My apple juice is 101 proof!
Tart. Like me.
Never the less, pleasing on the tongue…