somewhere off the coast of
ivoried island like a bare bone
of a slave ship
like an arid dream sanded
barren but for scrub the smooth lies
a stray among the stranded plastic
castaways of the atlantic blue in the face
nothing for beachcombing
osprey plane sailing
elsewhere the sun-beds here the shack
selling trinkets they once sold
shelling out the tourists buy then bye
back to all-inclusive ghetto
in cinq-star luxury the bipeds
off the cruise ship
blancmange flesh to lobster
served by the smiling
quelle belle noire
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𝓟oems 𝓟rismatic
Poetry''sketches that shape-shift the angle and the curve'' (line from the poem 'Contrast) Recent/new poems tend to be at the beginning of the book.
