we drank brackish water
filtered thru an old parachute
poked with pins
saltwater spray caked to the lenses of our glassses
made it difficult to distinguish avacado from mashed cactus
the toy boat wreckage
is scaterrred on a stone beach
pygmie natives fed us beetlenut and pecarry
our stomachs, unprepared
to digest chunks of flesh
but we grubbed it all anyway
just to pay our respect's
they asked about a trail of resses pieces
and stale bread crumbs
and a green glass bottle, keeping dry, a message written on velum.
it said homemade vessels sink in high sea's
and passing gas
port side
up wind
is good form
in nautical ettiqete lore
the coconuts looked like beachballs
in there tiny munchkin hands
pygmies don't use keys
they sleep in ancient tree canopy's
make o.g dacaaries
unaware of greenbacks and mackery
and theres no one left
to signal distress
using the correct
nautical protocol
on a deserted island version
of a slapped together lighthouse
surrendered to the weather
we thought we were prepared
but to improvise
is what saves lives
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