no pictures taken

no pictures taken

No Pictures Taken

I see the pictures sent to me on my Facebook page of places

 I have not seen yet
in countries I have been to as a seaman

 who join the sea out
of poverty at home and offered

an education no importance and factory pipes spewing smoke

smelling of sardines and cod liver oil

I recall Costa Rica a small town in a bay the jungle
appeared

near and lush ready to hide the town should be human
activities

stop. And the cockerel crewed as I got up from Maria`s
trafficked

bed running down a winding road to the docks and on my ship
to

the routine work with sleep walkers who like me and only saw

the beauty of the land in glimpses of dreams a Paradise
lost.

Saddening, there were never any lazy days to walk around and

to take pictures we were not tourists.

Part Two:

 Alone in a beautiful
park and felt like the eternal wandering Jew

hoping to be accepted by the locals. There was never any
time to

know anyone; guiltily I found my way back to the bars, the
music,

the Marias willing vulvas` oily route; rum& coke sleep
in a woman’s

arms inhale her scent another Paradise lost before the cock
crewed. 

I look at the pictures of contentment, actors on a stage of
life playing

happy to play the tragic roles they need a bit more
experience.