Sunday, November 4, 2007

JAMAICA FAREWELL

You forced me to use words I didn't
want. Repeated in structured form
like women taking off their clothes.
It could have been the moon
or Jamaican nights caught naked
by the beams through the thatch.

I know you tried but you weren't
the first to walk this sand
forgetting the reason you came.
Lizards watch, slip through
the floor, scratch Sestinas
on the beach.

Outside, blowfish die waiting
for the tide.

1 comment:

Abigail said...

like iiiit.
especially the first few lines.

next time I'll try to offer something more constructive or helpful :)