Thursday, September 03, 2009

jamaica, early 90s (first version)

i wish i could paint for you
my entire childhood in sunny tones:

red star apples with pink insides
and seeds in each juicy arm

green turning to creamy yellow
pulling down the plaintains

black, razor-sharp coral
how jr walked so easily on it

burnt orange rusted-out mustang
through the holes the pavement whizzes by

brown, thick tree roots
struggling against coral underground

pink, bursting with yellow
black seed in the middle

i wish i could describe for you
the sunlight filtering through the trees
and maybe my childhood happiness
would rush back to me