July 12, 2013 § Leave a comment

they have,
since the time
of their
Polynesian birth,
spread to taverns
anywhere oceans
kiss the land

even here
in old New England
Kane is pouring
Kanaloa drinking

it wouldn’t be surprising at all
to see them watching over
a crowded bar in Omsk,
where palm fronds
and ushankas mix
in a pineapple and rum haze

over time
they have been smuggled
inward to infiltrate
landlocked bars

so that the likes of Austin and
Edmonton, Berlin and Bucharest
can partake equally
in the nectar
of tiki gods

(c) 2013 Fred Whitehead


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