Tattoo arm strangers wade ashore, finger pointing, We
can see your avocados, have you no shame? No use
explaining : winds vivarious lift . forced to run for cover
leaves peel away. Hola.
Earth appetizers ! think they know
everything ! ambushy eye brows. Stop blowing on
embers, conjure fiber plaits ! There will come take
stock! a day.
Strained / to live with hill or boor realty / crow cocks
the view. On level groyne bald heads rake back; oil
slick reptiles slither cross . foreshore divides. The Great
Spirit rainbows ocean risk as carrion wings reset.
Order
in a bowl of ants ? surrender grain to sweet. Servers
who’d rear . dare not face bare Imamons chest leap
as wonder beeps; needing likes our kinder do not
disappoint.
Organ
at loss we’re caught hand grippy with / the wilderness
pipe / d’Meaning when our fasts in sole full burn ~
there’s a heaven baboony furry for the fuss, up early
turning must.
Time short ties learn how Game / beast
led, board run / stay On; why privately parts snitch
enrich, east face on knees | how closed or open
wounds wait spoon turn tables . south Olé.
– W.W.
LESSING
Each might have claimed, like fellow scrawler Pollock,
I AM Nature and Nature would have been shocked ‒
Not by the claim but by any need for it,
For of course a dinosaur was, too, a walking tree
And the cloud his head was caught in and the worm
In his eye; and his Pollock scrawl was complete
Though unfinishable, sublime, no tags yet
On his bones by which we now rehearse our own.
In bones ‒ Lessing felt in his ‒ memory is
Stored
(from “Charon’s Anchors” by Brian Chan)
FARJOURNEY CARIBBEAN 