He asked her to run away with him.

Abandon all the nonsense, he said,

The whiplash of city life,

Where love is calculated,

Always a ratio expressed as an investment.


Flee to Panama with me, he begged her,

And we will watch the slow motion freighters,

Fat with their overkill,

Flat bottom barges with their smooth decks

Piled high with Lego like boxcars,

The Navy cutters,  sharp shorn sailors,

Crisp salutes, code talkers eager to obey,

On board their aptly named destroyers,

We will watch their steel hulls

Float up hill and mediate the thick flora,

Gun barrels, rude and pointed fast forward, ready to ****.




At night, in the jungle, he promised her,

We will throw handfuls of diamonds,

Up into the sky

And watch them sparkle for hours,


In the starry dark our eyes will dance

And tease,

As you shout your pleasure,

Good god no one ***** quietly in paradise, he told her,

The constant cacophony of the night hunters,

The simian sentries,

To whom noise

Is both whimsy and centuries of security,

The curious monkeys

The Giant macaw,

The fauna creeps

To the outer edge of our campfire.

To watch our curious

And temperamental exchange,

Of sap and soul.


Meet me there he begged her.


No, she replied,softly

In a way that always

Sounds like yes

To him.