"…all by all and deep by deep
and more by more they dream their sleep”
– E.E. Cummings, “anyone lived in a pretty how town”
Not faulting the road country dark or millennium kept
dune that make specks coming at you luminescent
as stool samples your tube news read.
You see me? won’t friend a Buddha olive oiled . skin
fear carriers who hand shake soft with pyramid jambs
net worth set.
Our islands fall head over seas for podium reachers,
the few who given a needle plier would plait honor
folds on any pledge worn bellyfatty.
Our spices favour custom misers oysterizing your
prostrate jollyjelly. You’d think people would age
past such index fingery by now.
En.vie.garde! hips flick
licks . circum|flex|vine . who animal knock down who
fence?
A switch knife blade in comes handy . case you stumble
on coconut palms shimmery like gift cards in the desert,
where the winds sometimes rub Saheltic, and every dust
fling is allowed.
For shallow breathers, mint leave
advisory : try counting past 100 as pure gas you face
mask . that way cruise in Stay with me! gurney wheel
orbit ~~^^~~ unless you have a better option?
Heavens wait . dream
cling wake. Welcome back, sand feed grain.
– W.W.
STUBBORN
My tiredness is vast and honeyed,
my yawn as juicy as a stuffed pig’s
held wide by the apple of my lust
to keep awake and hearing my heart.
You’d think that after fifty odd years
of failing to harness the sprawl at my core,
I’d be more devoted to slipping
into sleep and savouring its dreams,
but my senses insist there is no
sweeter dream than the one they conspire
to mock up and maintain like the stage-
managers of a play whose author, actor and
audience I yet happen to remain,
all these mes busy wiping our eyes
of their tears of yawning déjà-vu.
But I still look forward to the next
breath’s moment as much as to the last
when the stage-lights fade but the lights of the whole
house blaze.
(from “Nor Like An Addict Would” © by Brian Chan)
FARJOURNEY CARIBBEAN 