Hash the sashed bald man who Yes, I can fix this!
pouts, his followers standing poncho to shoulder seal
brand scream . tag the intern who rewires touch live
sparks now deemed inadmissible . arguing Yes!
means get communion first approved : pain
ribbed
baskets carried with bag pipery full court house
spiral stairs . sins in sepia dock ship wages.
Yes, wipe the plate glass blameless, want all you shop
plead symphony Fifth on avenues . the gladiolus
strides feeling the bloom the doorman smiles. In bed
self postered Picasso oil tones girl with mandolin
intentions.
Packed boats falter today one ocean away from
toes in soft mud insects arm slapping stern hoof
mountibles . sink risks releasing tongues jaw
locked from baggage bearance.
In Safe cubicles they’ll Enter
your mode for search run fenestrations. Pending
tide swell might as well bond the beach, wet lips
climate fencing .| mare nostrum. There yet? ‒ re:up,
lanky coast changer, shore leave again.
– W.W.
CHARON
* VULGAR rows with the mothers of his offspring
In Georgetown had been his easiest 'technique'
For ridding himself of the bother-ration
Of both woman-gratifying and child-fathering.
A good hearse-driver, he couldn’t find the heart
For guiding children across the mud-rivers
Which their elders insisted on calling Life.
You might say he is no doubt his father’s son,
Son of the father who had just disappeared
Aff de face of de Eart ‒ at least, according
To Charon’s mother Else’s ever-shifting version
Of his father, her man who, having promised,
Again to bring home her pregnancy’s craving-
Fix, choclate, simply never shows up again.
How is this believable in such a small
Place where everyone knows everyone else’s
Story before an Else can know it herself?
Another of Charon’s mother’s grumbled fictions turns
Her man into a Chinee-pig porknocker
Searching for gold in ‘the bush’ (which her city-
Son pictures as knotty as her hair uncombed).
(from “Charon’s Anchors” by Brian Chan, 2018)
FARJOURNEY CARIBBEAN 