POEM FOR A SCULPTURE

Blue lavender waves
break over boiling lava
in muted colors
mist rises from a snow bed
of warm sand—red purple waves
holes to fall into
oceans to swim out of
a buddha to sit on the ledge with
a standing wave
a crevice for your thoughts.

We painted our dreams
on our faces
on our bodies
red for the earth
we took our dreams into ourselves
into our bodies into our bodies.

poem for a sculpture of Michael's
the Bahamas May 1985









Hot pink and tuna
at the Governor's tea,
Nassau

Hot pink and tuna
there is a little bit of running
slinky chipper jouncing hips
hot pink and tea
with bouncing tits
sashaying ass
and Randy in his blue
ambrosia
crystals cool
yellow sands
tuna and hot pink tea
enjoyable afternoon.
Junkanoo Junkanoo
you see the difference
the music makes it strict
Junkanoo
boo-boo woo hoo
cuckoo mumu
junk junk junk a noo
a new cowbells big ass trumpets
crystal liberated
a Bantu warrior in hot pink.


the Bahamas May 1985