Take A Pill And Head South
Come.
Let's sneak away to the sunny south
Far away from the grey skies.
You won't have to sit
In squashed airline seats.
Or wait for hours
In long impatient lines
Of passengers.
It's really simple.
At three in the morning
Swallow half a tylenol and codeine pill.
Close your eyes
And you're off.
Away from winter grey
That swirls outside
And inside your head.
Go away from the rains
That drip endlessly in your mind.
Then suddenly
You're floating
In tropical skies
That move past you in homage to your arrival.
Now you watch
Afro-Cubans dance
Churning the air with their energy.
They dance
In faded dance halls
Rimmed with dust
Or cash filled casino floors in Havana.
You see
Parakeets in red and yellow
Plunge into cobalt blue waters.
Or they let their feathered wings
Gently brush the cannabis-dazed beards
Of grounded Jamaican rastas.
Palm trees sprout on the borders of beaches.
Or they bow to you in the wind
As you walk past them.
Hotel windows open or move in random creakiness
Blown back and forth by the blue air.
Sometimes
Clouds scurry across the warm sky.
Or a three course meal
Churns your stomach.
But mostly
You lie on a gentle beach
And live in warmth and love.
Your spirits soar
Like a faraway parrot
That climbs in its blazing colours
Into the blue dish of the sky.
Far far away from pain
And rain
And rain.
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