Tourists

I am trapped amongst them.
Spoiled, bratty, rich tourists.
A tropical paradise
Stuffed full of obnoxious
New Yorkers and Eurotrash.

Their selfish desires push
Up against each other.
Bumping and sparking
Creating angry, pouty
Energy.

Forced smiles of idyllic
Family bliss groaning
Under the weight of
Whining kids and short
Tempered parents.

Amid the emptiness
I spot a father playing with
His son.
True family spirit and love.
The tropics are again
A paradise.

Sappy Stories

E.T. has the power to make
Me cry.
Not just cry,
Blubber.

Is it the innocence of being 10?
The wonder of space?
The knowledge that we might
Not be alone?
The John Williams score?
The magic of flying bikes?

I don't know,
But I'm like a little
Baby when I watch it.

I love it!