Another frame from the Paranoid set. The oversized hand is threatening, inflammed with voyeurism.

Visual Art segment from the vispo piece Paranoid.

My Heart Spontaneous




Oh, these sunsets lighting up the wild yard
with true love big –
up like St. Maarten out of the sea!
Right in front of you through the great distance
like a turbulent navy hued conch
resting
in between you and your inability to try to believe
with your heart.
Me. My
heart

spontaneous still.



This recommendation:
We are not islands.
We are not islands.



But in this calypso,
the colored lights in Johonnos.
When these other ones move you?
Does your heart forget/
does it ever wish



for the mainland dreams?







-A. P. Stone