Keen ? Even to start appraisal you must fall
in . relationships end deep, lover of breast beauté.
Better hurry, the Tags are out : for the cat walk no
dogs allowed . district red hydrants lift.
Pageant display drives
might soon stop working, as bad hip splitters thread
time past to sue; so roll with the redress, man.
Ankled ! plot lost vulturians : the view with crossed
knees now considered toggling; own flown, they'll stay
peaked . chest medal fondling.
There is one possibility : a crew of young fellas filing
redacted snaps of sleep partners . a risky tort, hands
down, rappelling the gorge; and far from the full
court thing.
So what’s
left about to crow ? even the beach flyover’s off limits;
vacations tossed to beast rough seas and great white
stakers | bodies hauling up to shore . boat bloat nyreries,
roiling everything.
World wound tight
fabric unraveling, looks like we’re screwed, mate; primed
with . what we got now duly remastering the Oorah that
sheds on cushions : given to give, dare who touch.
On the podium
for the cameras ? if you must, raise ‘n’ hold a child.
– W.W.
MARA
*CAUGHT still in desire's traffic-jam, Mara feels
‘Mara’ and ‘Qat’ are beached bricks on an island
Of patience no storm can disturb in its sea
Of restless angst that masks itself as Maturity
And other institutions of Common Sense
Like Vitamins, Organic Teas, Working Hard
Making more Money & Talk To You Later.
*YET talk now to each other they do not seem
Keen to do, as though words were absurd outside
Of their initial official engagement ‒
Leading to no marriage. Still, it is as a couple
Of cats that they sit there
(from “Charon’s Anchors” by Brian Chan)
FARJOURNEY CARIBBEAN 