Pre-departure Poems

I've gotten a job to teach english in Martinique, a small French Islanad in the Carribean. I will start a new blog on this... and add a few pictures and poems to this site as well. Got stuck on lay over in Porto Rico for 24 hours. Not a big problem, though!

You are located at:
Conrad San Juan Condado Plaza
999 Ashford
San Juan, PR, 00907

Poem blood and Breeze
Rolling down da highway
My way or your way,
Display derail sails to
Da cheaper gas station in
Jersey Burst freely to da source of creative heavens
Where bread is leaven and
Christ is reborn through
Da thrown of Blood and Breeze.
Poem Pre-departure
Stepping into the unknown of da wind blowing,
It blows da bows of a sale boat forwards
As the purring Liat Turbines of a 744 Barbados
Plane heads towards a a sunny island destiny
With equatorial monsoon, a sleeping Pele Volcano
Below da moon, pristine light blue ocean
Swarms of fishes reborn, warm 10 am sand rubs in
between my pale toes, borne motions zoul dancing mellow
palm trees coconut sating “sak am fete?”
to friends foods of Potatoes, Fish, shrimp, and yucca
dressed in Caribbean curries saying “Nap Boule!”

I sit on an orange and yellow hammock starring into da abyss of
The ocean, my soul, and mind and find many expectations,
But for what? For better or worse, may appear now or later,
last or first, every verse Of a seagull long wings busts
as it divers head first for fish thirst immersed in Caribbean
Antillian French Creole, perched on warmly rattling tongues
to ears to souls appear, the water warm but cooler than the moist air,
almost difficult to breathe in, all burning under callused toes
on hot plate sand, without a seagulls care, I bear to dear to say,
today is just another day along the shores of Riviere Sale.

Poem
Moods swerve hydroplaning
on Grand Central Parkway
From LaGuardia to JFK,
Breath hard on chest rain
drizzling through window
Breeze wind shield wipers
waving to passing
Cars on 495 East to Long Island,
bullets of rain spraying the air everywhere

Poem Lift off
Waiting patience sentence by tense sentence
Immense relentless rain droplets drop on this
Plane, drop by drop thunder rumbles atop
da clouds so loud and proud to show off its power to
our tiny plane as it drives from left to right, held up
in a huge taxi of planes waiting to leave tonight,
runway smoothly slicked pavements hydroplane
tires before turbines fires desires flight attendants
legs crossed tells me “you need a wife or at least
a girl friend to remind you to put on your belt and
put your back on the overhead bins!”

Rainbow mirror reflects on clearer streaming though cloud
beaming down, Rumble rubble motor bubble joom boom
Exhaust hear it fear it feel it exhilarate to top notch
speed till da nose spins up the sounds of a broken blender is
coming out from under the wings a bit of turbulence as
the whiteness of the cloud moisture reverberates as we go
higher the pitch turns higher and lighter the sun beam stronger
as we go longer up above the cloud storms that make seeing
clearer, you hear me, easier, the shadows of the clouds dancing
in the Caribbean, African, European, Indigenous spirit on the bathroom
door, soars onto the rainbow sun window floating downwards to the floor,
rumble and roar and purring to still the loud but not stabbing eardrums
with tacks sound in the recycles air we share with each in the plane.

We make it over the clear eyed ocean Atlantic,
no need to panic above the glaring sun pointing southwards
Towards warm sunny beaches of San Juan, Porto Rico,
Where the mountain lizards Speak Spanglish, “Como esta brodder,”
And the security guards sing “Waaayhpah” to each other and travelers,
Guidos are playing in el Campo fried empanads con pollo Sizzling drizzling
and Guapa sun sand tanned mamacitas y mujeres with belly showing
Con grande chicharonnes with bikinis showing more than hiding anything
Strolling, the sun beaming, warm, nurturing, with sazon,
Carribean flavor, spiced with Adobo, McDonalds and Chillis.