castaway on a rocky island
a sole inhabitant
I have lost my hope and expect no rescue
only water my prison wall
I send up cigarette puff signals
my Rolex winks code at blue sky
I forage my coconut, my shrimp
at crowded fish market shops
in babblings of languages I don’t speak
I go insane by increments day to day
no human to speak to
just a murmur of cars



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