Russian Sailors
I took a 3 mile swim across Waikiki
wore my new tyr goggles
rob wore tyr trunks
I swam in the soothing salt
water and watched the dim gray
fish as they scurried
I walked back along the
beach.
I actually wasn't self-
conscious of my paunch
I guess 3 miles of free-
style make me feel a little
pumped.
I arrived and my father
stood where I had left my
slippers, my t-shirt, my fob,
and my keys
95 sailors
he was smoking what looked
to be a joint
two men stood to either side
"they're Russian, this
is a Russian cigarette."
they were wearing
ball huggers (we
called them that
in high school)
they had a bottle of vodka in
their duffle
they had a hi-8 in their
duffle
they offered us cigarettes,
sweet tasting strong filterless
cigarettes.
They offered us shots of
cheap Russian vodka
in little Hawaiian shot
glasses which read:
full=stud
half=man
almost empty=girl
they where both
engineers in the
engine compartment
of a tuna boat out of
vladivostok (sp)
they made $200/$150
per month
they spoke no English save
5-6 words
I new nastrovia
I knew da
I knew nyet
c'est tout
they knew German,
I knew french
I didn't get us any closer
danke bitter
ya da nyet 9
anyway...
Strong men
and they were bearish
although they weren't
tall,
but I have never considered
a bear tall, just big and strong.
Robert had a mouth full of gold
the other man had a name
a could not pronounce
they told us the word
for merci/danke
and de rien/bitter
but I forgot.
We had to leave-- bob to meat a lover
and me to call my gal who spent
merry merry merry merry
with her familial clique
in Connecticut (they love
to sail there-- I hated it)
sizzle sizzle
is that pork on the pan?