Ya Brah

Ya Brah

The beach is all hazy
feeling lackadaisy;
firing up another round.

Fresh green or cured
eyesight’s getting blurred;
way before the noon waves pound.

Brah looks at me
getting ready for the Cup;
can smell the dank from here.

Cannabis overfills the rims
witness happy grins;
the giggles are easy to hear.

Another Jamaican dream ride
watching another joint being fried;
someone asks, “This is native, ya?”

With a red-eyed squinted grin
words paused are ready to begin;
“This is Maui Wowie!” ya Brah.

(For the SEOciety.com)

Randall Paul Prazuch
Copyright © 2011


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