| By Roger Bonair-Agard,
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Published in : , Poetry |
write barefoot
onto dreampages – fold them
crude into home-made kites
In the flutter hear the distant trill
of a Belmont guitar-pan
feel the creaking wheels
of a burrokeet king-costume
grate fingernails make/across
bleeding belly-scar
let pool mud-mas'
mis with sweat at your navel
crown-standard head-piece bush-rum
and a robber speech
through my lips card hang-Jack
wince of hot-pepper song
open-spread coconut-water jelly
smells like Sunday evening
late in Queen's Park Savannah
Roger Bonair-Agard is a native of Trinidad and Tobago, a Cave Canem fellow and author of two collections of poetry; tarnish and masquerade (Cypher Books 2006) and GULLY (Cypher Books 2009). He is co-founder and Artistic Director of the louderARTS Project. He lives in Brooklyn.
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