Vacation

Interacting with the locals  
Carrying baskets
Bulging fresh fruit  
And palm tree smacked grin  
 
The sun kissed  
And grabbed me by the skin  
She danced the light  
And smattered it  
Across my wrinkled  
Up nose  
 
Playful  
Kool aid carefreed  
Steel drummed  
Rolling round plinking and  
Plopped down to beach it  
While curling toes felt up the sand  
 
I just lay  
And soaked up the Rastafarian  
Three man band  
And the toke of spliff  
And the toke of spliff  
Tobacco scent  
Wrought reefer havoc  
To rims eeeeking red  
My blink ate dust  
 
Soon  
Like monsoon season  
And it’s worst  
Fuzzy shores  
A sky too electric blue  
To be right  
The edges of a postcard  
Eroded by salty water  
Takes the better part of a memory  
 
Come November  
I stood scanning channels  
On a crappy radio  
To try and catch a glimpse  
Maybe Marley  
Or at the very least  
Calypso?  
At this point  
I’d Belefonte  
The fuck outta this joint  
 
It turned out  
You can go back home again