Some time late last year my siblings and I traveled to southern Mexico for a family retreat. There is nothing I love more in this life than spending it with these incredibly special people.
The second oldest of us has developed a liking for spa retreats. And so we spent several days trapped in a beautiful spa hotel wonderland, sitting on crystal blue waters and hidden in a deep Mayan jungle…. I have never been so pampered in my life.
Unfortunately, and those who know me will attest to this, I am not a sauna, spa, mani-peti sort of fellow. I have a natural aversion to aroma-rock-therapy and massage tables with holes for the face. In fact when the ocean is in my sight I am much happier to be splashing about upon it in a fishing boat, which is where my brother and I managed to sneak off to.
But most of the time there we sat at a little pool bar overlooking the ocean. And we sat, and sat, and sat. And drank. On the opposite side swimmers in the pool would wade up to get their drinks. It was fun watching the bikini clad boobies come up to get their refreshments… Sort of my little refreshment.
We had the funniest little bartender named “Oscar,” who was obviously a Mayan descendant and whom I believe used nothing but alcohol in his alleged “mixed” drinks. Except for our fishing expedition I was entirely drunk through out this vacation.
Within the beating afternoon southern sun each day, and with a belly full of rocket-fuel Margaritas, I found myself longing for the expanse of the huge bed in that mansion-esque state room to enjoy a hard worked and well deserved nappy-poo. All of which brought on the weirdest dreams I can ever remember…
To my bartender, Oscar….
Happy Hour Dreams
Sun Gods and Mexican Leprechauns,
Forty beaten winks
from pretty pink shelled prawns….
And an afternoon
spent with Tic-Toc man.
“May I help you, If I can”
whispered the strange little man.
“Perhaps a bottle of wine?”
“No, kind sir.” I should say.
But in the most polite way,
“Your clock is tilting into mine.”
“Our seconds are crashing,
moments are thrashing,
and the hours have lost their mind.”
“Pardon my gin, sir,
I’ll wind it again sir.
and then see what you’ll find.”
That’s a better dream.
Perhaps I’ll have that wine.
Have you any nipples?
Or the time?
Oh, damn it all!
I’m awake again.
This offering will be presented to a wonderful and talented group of poets comprising the dversepoets society for their Tuesday Evening “Open Link” night…. I hope you will have the time to join us there some Tuesday…..