I like sweet or savory
and triple berry
a meat pie like my dad made
sugar apple pie
tart lemon meringue
and pumpkin
pie
On Diego Martin lowlands time passes
slowly with such dear fancy not yet dimmed,
licking the sticky raw cane molasses,
the pulp and juice of the plump tamarind.
Eating pomerac and julie mango,
toolum and sugar cake fast disappear -
guava and sugar apple sweet for so,
sapodilla, sour sop, and pommecythere.
And in the fields to the kiskadees’ trill
digging for topitambo in long grass -
our small dirty hands our basket to fill
with Asis wide toothless grin and cutlass.
These are the fruits of a time unmistook
when the old budding trees of youth are shook.
Written: May 1996
MY ONE LINERS WILL is to STRIKE
T S U N A M I
Jazzy flamboyant boogie wave climax, a disaster show.
D E C E P T I O N
Sugar-apple are the smiles yet to her eyes, I see lemons.
D I R T Y D A N C I N G
Dauntless dazzling dainty dolls dirtily dancing disfigures dignity.
S U C C E S S
I bit the metals but I didn't break, only I became marshmallows after.
B A T T L E of the S E X E S
Hundred men can build a bridge yet with one woman there's a home.
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9:57 PM; December 17, 2015