I.
blue because my wings are the bookman’s pages
blue because the island is holy, the wind high
blue as in azure as in cadmium as in noise
blue and black because kisses hurt
blue when they saw me, they saw us
blue the night we were walking home, josh, you and i, and the thugs
blue the night outside the art gallery when they chased us, unwing’d
II.
blue like mary’s robes
blue like the altar boy gown i wanted because it was fabulous
blue when they threw me out the church, and i dreamt of jesus truly
blue and the cherub has turned
blue and the angel has turned
blue into blue into kṛṣṇa
blue and i saw him one day in my dreams
blue shirt of blue school uniform
blue invisibility
blue, he touched my spine and flutes sang in me
blue, both mirror and mute
III.
blue the walls, the stones, the tomb
blue once, but now coolitude, créolité blue
blue indienocéanisme,
blue antillanité, négritude, batiment not batty man
blue for the way my heroes are dying but
blue mad for the second coming
blue veins on every cock i ever sucked
blue power, blue notes, the currency of
blue, melodies, you, rubber orchestras, true
blue blood & blue-collar &
blue scrubs fighting red coats
blue ink for blue manifestos of
blue feathers, disobedient walls, graffiti is
blue, jab molassie is
blue, and maybe—
the second coming
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Andre Bagoo is a Trinidadian poet and writer, the author of three poetry collections including BURN and Pitch Lake. His essay collection, The Undiscovered Country, is published by Peepal Tree Press.
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