Poems from Mr. Bunt
By night on my bed
I sought her
whom my soul loveth:
I sought her, but I found her not.
I will rise now
Go about the blocks
In the broad...
Why I fight with my flesh?
Dem say it dead to di law
Maybe I should find another
The great one was raised up
This fight might be easy then...
Mi amazing mango tree
tropical of me back yard
exposure to temperatures just right
cultivated all around the tropical island.
this...
Down in the wet, wet, I find myself feel by the edge
This is where I penetrate the vides and joy, in this place
Down in this wet, wet, I...
The signature hand felled paper
These fingers come in five on one
Paper felt soft for finger write
Walk that paper, like a treadmill run...