my palapa promise

words blown away

by the tropical sublime

stay in the moment, man

use that Caribbean time

record my million monkeys mind—

as a sizzling sun heats

an endless, singing surf


mojito madness approaching

Margaritaville’s all exploding

words tumble out of the ballpoint

some funny, some the poignant joint

get it all down, get it all down

before the sizzling… cools down


her dangling, sandy foot

lulls me to sleep and

my palapa promise

is a notebook full of

flip flop, bikini surf, Chopra-infused

boozy… sunbaked




About troysherdahl

A blue-collar bohemian with a penchant for fine words and dirty jeans.
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