We be Pirates

We be Pirates

Modern day Pirates ride beach cruisers.

The creaking of the gang plank and the swaying of the houseboat, soothes my soul at morning coffee time. I’m at peace, anger does not make it’s way onto my boat, there are no blood pressure spikes around here.

Six months in Key Largo, I’ve been localized, assimilated into the collective.

These changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes,
Nothing remains quite the same.
Through all of the islands and all of the highlands,
If we couldn’t laugh we would all go insane.