Hot brown island that’s poor and wilting. Local
Bandits lurk in a jungle across the road.
Guards armed with revolvers watch the beach where no
Swimming is allowed. Drunk Canucks get injured while
Playing sunburn volleyball.
Bev and I are always drinking. Our love is
A blind soldier lost in the tropics. Rage and
Lust torment us like the starving bandits who
Shriek and scamper through dry crunchy foliage,
Foiled daily by fighters
Paid to protect our pale skins as we complain
The blue ocean remains flagged, off limits though
We’re here for only a week. The bar never
Shuts and the resort’s lady bartender gave
Me a pitcher of liquor
To take away at three a.m. as jocks from
Winnipeg howled by the pool with their girls.
To mingle there was banned as waiting Bev would
Never forgive my being absent though she
Loathed me too. The day went by.
At sunset a band starts in the compound. They
Play subpar jazz as thieves scream in the forest.
We drink rum in our suite, captives of sex as
Toxic jellyfish float, waiting off rented
Shores we yearn to plunge into.
Good one