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Paradise

paradisethrumming chit-chit sprinklers hum

mistaken for operatic crickets

trilling lazy resort air

as wrinkled splayed foot reptiles

bow iguana heads like regal buddhists

slowly roaming nirvana

crossing thached pagodas

unconscious tourists lounge beneath

hung-over to the gills

foamed in aloe extracts

next to the kidless kidney pool

no one ever swims in.

 

free for a week

to sip rum from pinapples

bludgeoned with straws

wear funny shirts and

if their not fighting

practice the art of love

they somehow always

seem to lose the knack of

back in

ice bound

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BY NEIL BROSNAN

BITTER POEMS: Paradise