Poetic Port Call
True Story (Whatever true means)
Sunny skies at the center of the world, geographically but at the end of the world, environmentally.
Half wild black pigs are running on the shoreline between the half-made whatever you can find shacks.
Skyscrapers are shining contrastingly, inviting empty minded entrepreneurs to gain a pocketful of cash to buy another flawless jeep.
Vroom vroom, smoging another redlight in the midst of the market, passing through like kings amongst slaves.
Shipwrecks are lying around like a metal priceless graveyard, peeking from the water, screaming to be of any use.
The breeze is humid, dusty and full of hope, but the corruption seems to suffocate it with instant rewards and a fist in the gut.
Schools of seagulls are singing on the old waterbreaker, watching fishermen and their catch as the coast had become a Parisian boulangerie..
The gasoline is flowing in the ocean like redbul and vodka to be served in a boring night out.. Pleasing the moment, forgetting about tomorrow.
Everybody wants a piece of gold, dehydrated, chasing more and more hours of the night shift, instead of collecting falling coconuts..
Cigarette butts are thrown in the water like the planet is free and endlessly containing misbahaved habits of the modern, intelligent, lazy man.
My radio is getting sarcastic comical calls, demonstrating the real pain of enslaved tired sailors who forgot what home feels like..
The yogurt cup has a picture of a happy cow eating grass but upon spooning the second round, taste is unfamilliar to nature or an aware being.
Everyone is walking so fast, like it’s worth it.. why rushing into a place one isn’t enthusiastic to get to.. but something must be important here?!
A satellite image expends my horizon as zoomed out into the lips of the city.. boats are kissing each other, knocking on hell’s door, mumbling chinese.
Lots of fish, lots of life, lots of motion, lots of income, lots of regulation, lots of lots, but around the corner of the bay, death is approaching mankind.
Now, it’s too late to say “sorry, we didn’t know”
Bye bye to you and you and you and you.
And me, can I stay just a little longer? (I didn’t do anything wrong)
I was whispering in my last breath to the Tsunami as it reclaimed its stance.
