Dangerous Fantasy

The Grass is Always Greener Near the Septic Tank

Tao Joannes
Idle hands let slip benevolent words of treachery,
In isolation mortal hearts strain towards hope
Of rescue from Bastilles of unrequited fantasy.
The sirens' calls sound across the ocean.

When stifled dreams whip seas frantic,
They seek any port for shelter.
Foreign shores offer unknown advantage
Growing greater with each new re-imagining.

Invariably, native diets are indigestible,
And water shoots through tender tummies,
Strip-mining minerals and vitamins,
Leaking nourishment into primitive sewers.

Yet still the thrill of novelty
Overpowers pain and wisdom
Until no juice remains
And the rotten skin is cast off to be burnt.

Published by Tao Joannes

Tao Joannes is Jason Eaton. He has spent his life traveling to interesting places, meeting interesting people, and doing interesting things. Now he writes about it.  View profile

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