TROPICAL TREAT

“TROPICAL TREAT"

Paintings are a tropical treat and so is all music, especially speech. I can hear their beauty. Cultures are also tropical treats like the Cuban song – “A Laughing Gas.” 

Nature’s beautiful, even in Winter’s tropical treat. All nature is tropical music, and so is air and the universe. A lovely one is the island Gauguin painted along with his walls. Food certainly has its own unique tropical flavors.

Sunday hides from the rest of the days in the week. All the other days of the week are hidden too. A pear tastes like an orange to a fish and looks like one to a dog. 

We all have our own peculiar tastes like they do. Just a part of the beautiful, luscious world in which we live. 

Even a wooden chair has legs on which to take a stand.

I like writing poems and reciting them.  

It's like singing songs to the world.

Tea for two and me for you.

Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.

Never feel blue because your life always starts anew.

Never old and always bold.

On this theory I'm very sold.

It's a living story I was told.

Life is platinum furniture.

I can subtract my money but can't add a sum.

Doppelgangers of Lloyd and Abbie that I saw.

Half a dozen of each crossing a street.

Someone saw one of me in a McDonald's at five this morning.

I slept until noon. 

Maybe this is a dream I had!

Or is it someone else's dream's escape?

J. Billet - Revised 07.18.14.