There are worlds, unwieldy, dreadful,
Difficult to grasp, just pick one up
And it grasps you, its grip of iron;

      Those silly seagulls up in the sky over there remind me of

      A particular local postcard of many seagulls in the sky thatcould go on and on forever were it not for the edges

for angeliQue brathwaite

this living liqurid mmemory
deep tidal embankment under the water
breathes through the sea’s leaves like lamplight

dreams itself a green island lizard
long before you was born
branches of blue into tunes of blue crystal
softness of turQuoise and terrace and moon

Gee, You’re so Beautiful That It’s Starting to Rain

Oh, Marcia,
I Want your long blonde beauty

I want to love a blue-eyed man
and have blue-eyed babies,
sleek and smooth as cats.

you are white everywhere
on your rubbery boy’s body
baby fat intact.

You see a bright ship
with a flourish of little banners
formed in one single gesture

The river's applause fades 'round the ridge
like a candled freedom snuffed by a junta:

wounded echo. Crumbly shale of ocean

If five of six animals are insect
and most of those are beetle, who are we
to save the world from orgies of the small?