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

ezra pound - in a station of the metro

The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.

i love this. i haven't read much by pound, but the images created with this are just fantastic. i've tried writing stuff this short; actually have managed to distill something down to one sentence (which i'm proud of) but i haven't successfully done it again yet.

it's so hard to write anything with few words because it's so easy to miss what the writer is trying to say. i guess that's why when i write it's so wordy, lengthy. i think it's harder for me to be short because i want to say what i want without being misconstrued, but also to not be too obvious (or else what's the fun in reading/writing?!). and also, just because love i words so much, as cheesy as that sounds. i want to use as many interesting words as often as i can -- which also makes it hard for me to not be convuluted.