Islander

It’s lonesome sometimes,

     Left out here so far from all the

Hurley burley screaming, scheming,

     Loathsome flotsam

Prevalent among the masses.

 

Lonesome and yet peaceful

     Never being touched by

Greasy, grimy gruesome fingers

     Pointing, probing, always begging,

Wanting more.

 

Peaceful in this paradise

     Where sunset follows sunrise follows

Sunset on the ocean rise.

Worries vanish to horizons

Never to be seen again.

 

Paradise, a fantasy,

     Living, breathing make-believe,

Settled on this island shore

     To give me hope, to inspire,

Help me make it through the day,

Attack the tiger where he sleeps.