Gecko Wind

cockroaches and silverfish

coming out of drains

they scuttle wildly, place to place

errant thoughts from brains

the overflowing vegetation's

trying to explode

something wants to crack the floor

down under the commode

Gecko wind, the tropics tend

to make Hyde into Jeckyll

the blazing sun, the rains that run

the darkening of freckles

the blonding hair, the bonding air

defeat my good intention

Lying low, I let it go

it doesn't warrant mention

mosquitos giant take the pint

deflate my epidermis

I must've left some food bereft

the sound of rustling squirmis

A lizard's crawled into the airconditioning again

now I smell, a gust from hell 

like wet flesh from the vent

Gecko wind, the tropics tend

to make me overheated

anxieties and pieties, I fly to these, I cheated

I lie in sand, I play my hand

my skin begins to fry

from white to pink to brown to red

from seat to deeper-seated

consider next: how making art 

is like taking a shit

I flex my pecs and squeeze my cheeks but

nothing comes of it

I'm off the charts with songs and farts

the body of work fills

I never get that floaty feel

without the sweats and chills

Gecko wind, the tropics tend

to offer some redemption

a change of pace, a sunburned face

the winter needs preemption

I pack my bag, I buy some rags

I make my reservations

there's got to be some state of me 

that wants to change the stations

soggy matches,come in snatches

ideas just like this

I'm out of bed, songs in my head

or maybe just to piss

my gut expands, the beer and sandwiches begin to clog

the night is gone and now it's dawn

with roosters, bugs and frogs

Gecko wind, the tropics tend to skew my sense of reason

I'm glad I've had, they're not half bad

the seasonings and seasons

I can't complain, it's not a strain

to strain out rice and muses

I thank my stars, take rental cars

motorbikes and cruises

M@ 2010