in the navy

you decide
to join the navy.
you like
their uniforms,
and the ocean.
you envision
being a sailor
on the seven
seas, although
it seems there
are more seas than
that, but who
cares. you want
to meet women
in tahiti,
toss coconuts around,
and peel bananas
with some
costa rican beauty.
but you don't
want to really
do anything on
the ship. you want
to be a look
out maybe, and
say things like
ahoy, or land ho
or iceberg dead
ahead. you could
work on your tan,
do push ups on
the deck under
the sweet blue
mediterrean skies
before you go
to port in venice
and meet someone
with a name like
marisa.