Sailing the Caribbean with heavy eyes. |
Deck chair, debonair, man on the rail, iced tea, gentle sea, time to set sail; out of Miami on a ship big as God, I close my eyes although I know it is odd. I hear the sky has hues, little to light my Caribbean snooze. Sand bar, shooting star, dolphin with grin, buffet, Frito Lay, tonic and gin; island to island on a ship big as sky, O there it is again, that weight on my eye. I hear there’s no time to lose, little to lift my Caribbean snooze. All through the Maid it is a virtual trade of song and dance and drink and altitude, so I step high to give the evening a try, but then there comes this odd shut-eye attitude.. blink, blink, blink, blink, Algae, Bimini, port of Saint Croix, sea dreams, in the regimes of ahoy; on lubber legs I feel like I’m winking out, some collywobbles as I shuffle about. In the Atlantic I choose, little to land my Caribbean snooze. Salt air, summer wear, island delight, palmed shore, snorting snore, thinking it’s night; I try so hard to keep my eyelids apart, rapid eye movement on the sea from the start. I hear the trade winds refuse, little to stop my Caribbean snooze. 29 Lines |