I want to lose myself upon Caribbean sands.
Smoke gungy until everything is cool and easy.
Let the sweet rum tantalize my tongue
as I float in clear salty waters
and gentle waves on a sun filled day.
Listen to the ragga played from Rasta bands
and watch the cruise ships sale in.
I want to lie flat on a glass bottom boat
and see the mantas drift in clear depths
along with the sea shells of fantasy.






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