Summer San Jose

Summer, San Jose
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-August 2009
-Tyson B. Troxel


The weather is scorching hot, here.
Merenguie music fills the air.
Steel drums beat their hypnotic pulse.
Naked women run and dance on the beach.
Rum and coladas are plentifull.
Good cigars come cheap, here.
A dime chases my cares away.
Not my troubled thoughts.
Nor, ny sleepless nights.

How long has it been, my dear?
A year,
Maybe two.
Since we last held each other.
In my dreams,
Maybe yours.
Have we figured out who's dead yet?
Who's at the bottom of the ocean??
How's our son?

I've changed, in that time.
My hair is long,
I sport a full beard now.
I only wear white pants, and a white cuban hat.
Noone dares come near me.
I am the crazy man.
How are you?
What change have you made?
What of your lover?

Every morning, I go for a walk into the ocean.
I go looking for you.
I listen for your song.
Some days I hear you.
Most days I don't.
I still hold your picture close.
And pray you'll come back to me.
Pray, you'll come to me.
Here, in San Jose.

Mid-mornings, I sit in our cafe.
I sip my coffee,
And wile away the time.
Your coffee gets colder by the day.
I like the idea,
of us sitting in this cafe.
How long ago was that?
Or, did it ever happen?
Maybe just a dream.

I must be getting on now.
I like the idea,
but it gets colder by the day.
You already got on.
You already left.
Or, did I?
Tell me what I'm to do?
Should I be with you?
Tell me what I'm to do?

Summer here is the hottest,
and the coldest.
Without you,
I am dead.
Who did what?
Who said what?
Was it me?
Was it you?
I'm going crazy now.

Every day that passes,
I go more insane.
Every walk into the ocean,
I go deeper.
I never come out of the depths,
But for a time.
Your song draws me closer.
Deeper and deeper.
Under, and under.

I can't hold on much longer, here.
I just want to die.
I see us naked in bed.
Making love.
I see us on the beach,
passionatly kissing.
I dream of you, more and more.
Your song is deafining.
I'm going insane.

I've tried to escape,
But it's your love
That drags me back.
Holds me prisoner here.
Your insanity binds me tightly.
I can't run fast enough.
You lure me back.
I'm sinking.
More and more.

Most days I hate you.
Other days I want you.
I need you.
How insane is that?
You did this.
Or, did I?
Who came here 1st?
Who died,
And where?

The merenguie music is so hypnotic.
The steel drums beat faster and faster.
it's pure madness.
The heat is a killer.
The naked women drive me mad.
Summer,
San Jose,
I like the idea.
Of us, here.

Don't leave me.
Never stop singing.
Keep drawing me deeper.
I want to stay insane,
If only,
I can never leave here.
I like the idea.
Summer,
San Jose.

***This is a continuing saga. If you want to read the previous
entries, drop me a line. I hope to have the complete saga on my
writers website soon.
I hope you've enjoyed the insane ride so far. Who knows what'll
happen next, and when?
Until then,

-Tyson B. Troxel