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
nonsense
troysherdahl 