So many rooms, head full of cupboards, stomach
layers . never sure where to start; then experters come
along with expensive knife blocks : here, use these
like for deep hide exams ? pigment the issues fresh
off the loin; fold next in felt . hard yield song.
Not carve strong enough ? you have left little
choice so torch the forest . no mercy : leaves like truth
loose curling; departures from intestine tangling arms.
Or play the actor jogging flushable thoughts, all
the while rehearsing chess clean lines : that pawn
encroachment ! the king must turret; bishop robe hems
lift . reseal quest answers; knights white angle links
help islands think . breasts in distress home guard.
If the honor files you drive or swear by keep getting
Hits from bad mother poachers, consider new contract
options.
For starters those bloodlettors who IV drip ‒ not flood
the shaft with blunt asks, then elevate sobbing tusk
to tail portions ‒ maybe they could help. Careful,
all the same ! is not crab legs you spreading, hairs
like nerve ends . warm up the wonder.
– W.W.
MARA
Mara knows she has cause but no right to curse
Housewives, chefs and other respectable whores
And connoisseurs of the gormandizer-arts
They know what fresh flesh bought in the cold dawn means
For a body’s fucking/working-energy:
Without it, quasi-persons might lose purpose!
Mara is not unsympathetic to the bald facts –
And superstitions arising out – of food,
Sex, work and death and the terror which they spawn
In post-Edenic stomachs, hearts, guts and heads.
Her beef is against respectable systems
Of scorn, torture and death.
(from “Charon’s Anchors” by Brian Chan)
FARJOURNEY CARIBBEAN 