Tag Archives: costa rica

prick on a jet ski

Into winter vacation

Green lake zen

Comes

Prick on a jet ski

.

Turning circles

Spraying his scent:

Diesel and sun cream

.

The swallow arcs skyward

To get out the way

But he’s not asking

.

In Ray Bans and wetsuit

He tears up the place

But the peace will outlast him.

.

Beneath herons in flight

And skies of azure

Comes

Prick on a jet ski

.

He can hold his head high

In the company of men

When they ask his top speed

.

But he can’t hear bird song

Or the ripple of waves

Feel soft breezes against him

.

Just the spank on water

Of his fibre glass hull

Like a kid banging plates for attention.

Man on a jet ski.

Man on a jet ski.


babe in the river

Babe in the river
Babe in my heart
Where ever you’ll go
We’re never apart

The cold mountain water
Makes you shiver at first
The world’s sometimes like that
When you jump in head first:

You were one week old
I was running around Brooklyn
Your mama was in stitches
As I attempted the cooking

I said: I’ll never be more tired
I was wrong about that
But I’ve never been happier
To put out my back.

Babe in the river
Your eyes lit in rapture
In a pool before the rapids
Before the who-knows-ever-after.

Alice and I @ Living Forest, Lake Arenal. Costa Rica, March 2015

Alice and I @ Living Forest, Lake Arenal. Costa Rica, March 2015