Exotic gambling casinos are crowded every day.
People there smell dark, coming at you from
somewhere deep beneath the surface.
Sitting on the coast with a Jack on the rocks
in your hand, you realize it’s a cup of grape Kool Aid
with LSD; consume it. Walls embrace you.
The sun’s always bright
Water is cold or frozen
It all leaves quickly
Peoples’ muscles bend and slack while walking.
The smell of lightness, coconut and cocoa makes
you long for a nude beach; thinking in natural configurations,
it suits your mind; you’ve heard of one called Zipolite,
but the road is very dangerous and craggy.
You board the next bus out of town.
Get off the lost seat
Sweep the dirt from your blue jeans
They’re waiting for you