Mirror wall caves more exquisite than truth . once
our route charged with unlimited minutes.
Blood types can go shark tooth . bone
formations open force . formulas guard anyone apart in
tent nomadic who dare screw found with.
Stone buildings with double pane windows restyle the cold
high castle . dungeon saves. Devices tap you text quick
love ! scratch back finds a match : knot records kept
string mystery loss.
Bitch on any pledge . may your balls, ducks swear,
into a thousand peck bits fall. The da-да! Endlike
clutch, dinosaurs trying for a baby | Anyways.
Over heard inside the kingdom ? as in sand serpent
days crescendent blades behead \ An error occurred \
melon slice red : And you thought, lip moisture
rising, you’d never scarf anything like it.
Where will you,
Mon Dieudonne ? shak-shak shake, Medium elect again.
No . time is ever wasted.
As for what some bad Papa forbid, dead wise once
said, sons will swing light . sky sorcerers : cloud
caught they wait till trop c’est trop! ~ spiral in
exhume . brush S‘o’S skulls like Basquiat.
*Bent . people
poking at us, what were we taking . on life rails fugue
fevers run ? who forks less more > lean in here
round the horns . amazed again.
– W.W.
QAT
Qat's shaking-off of negative influence
From Charon’s bad vibes (she is an active fan
Of Hippy and New Age shibbolethal jive)
Was literalist: she would let her whole frame quiver
Like a dog’s after a soak, or as when her
Body’s heat lowers as she pees. Then she’d sign
The Cross onto her still (half-)Catholique torse.
Finishing an action with such a gesture
Is key to Qat’s sense of balance, while Charon’s
Main anchor was/is his reluctance to be
Steady or pinned down like a still jerking butterfly.
Yet sometimes Qat sensed the tâche of suicide
Sweeping out from under his lazy eyelids,
Pauvre vieux, rien qu’un homme ‒ et à peine.
(from “Charon’s Anchors” by Brian Chan)
FARJOURNEY CARIBBEAN 