NUDE SKETCH – 04
i'm now a plant bearing a disease
That’s dying to kill me ‒ and i wish i could get away
With tha told joke about the dizzies called living, but mine
Is an actual heart-‘imbalance’ that, like Susan’s can’t
Be re-centred – that simple, but hard for even this me
‒ Who swallows other ‘scientific’ fudge whole ‒ to digest,
Or try to undersand. I believe it’s complacated:
Since a fellow doctor told me so, i must beleave her,
‒ More so since I pay her to service my more-or-less corpse
Which continews to hurt up here and down there, yes there, ow,
There, you got it
SKETCH – 05
But i'm healthy enough to be lazy enough to not
Take too seriously the Complain’t ‒ or anything else,
Finally. I confess: at (flat) bottom, at (failty) heart,
I’m a ‘hopeless case’ ‒ what’s new?: When i was 9, i could see
That the diffronts between 9 and 19 and 99
Was a matter of days and hours made up of me reseconds.
Now that Dr Wotzernutz tells me i have even less
Seconds to look forward to, i sense a sigh of relief
Undernearth the sporaddict stabbings of pain (here, there and,
Yes, there, higher, down a bit, that’s it). Call it layziness,
If you like, but i no longer feel the need to man-age
The rest of my seconds
– 06 ***
But i trust i’ll wake up in the morning and start again
That business, this business of plotting that, preparing this
And promissing or projechting the other ‒ all those plans
Which, as the joke goes, make God laff ‒ with lafter not unlike
My own when i look in a mirror at a skull dolled down
To a joke of flagging skin that both cornfims the vision
Of the boy of 9 ‒ and belies it, since what he could not
Envisage was himself still breathing from behind the mask
Of a 69-year-old grin more grossume than any
Completely unmasked skull’s. Yes, sagging flesh and thisease not-
withstanding, the half-blind 9-year-old survives
*** But, Arterra felt, the writer’s impulse as a ‘garden
of forking paths’, then became locked to the cage of Progress
with its opportunism stunted by Attention-span
as quik-fix resolutions from Hemingway for Dummies
to digital distractions, the bastards of the English
mistrust of ideas as empire-unfriendly – in contrast
with French or German ideationality as mid-
wifing the ongoing birth of breath rehearsing the stars.
– Lissana Cesare-Ábusem, PhD
(from *fatima solagua arterra’s nudes* by Brian Chan, 2015)
FARJOURNEY CARIBBEAN 