Straight over the precipice, arms flapping on the way
down – and here he is holding a press conference . which
is what is clogging up our limb proceeds| even tree tower
window leaners wave rags, cleaning as if already their air
rights have vapored.
The premise every one will eventfully move forward
coasters the hour glass : whose bored child stick prods
whose body inside ? sand grains jammed nanotight so,
stomach turd curating . secrets that might out . run
ruin everything.
Thighs bidding for apple bites tempt hubris down; add
the boot bendy luck of progress . banks rolling over
rubble as dust inhaling lenders uncover well well
Well ! ovary dark preserves . could be updatable; call.
That :
‘A day is like an hour; a week is like a day,’ inmate
jellymen pray . praise the stars mobile with plight
devices; though calendar / inward slash count / marks
the sky . spark blue in extremis left raging.
D’accord :
So you ‘can’t continue like before’ . carpet ride ‘born
this way’ home : the final movement, the only sin
unscented set to bowel . swell millennium flower
beds, sniffles You’re good \ too good! \ to leave.
– W.W.
[ In mem . João Gilberto . 1931 – 2019 ]
LESSING
*WHY did lower-level devils like him think
In such cheap tropes like dead trees lining a rut?
And he wondered how she managed to survive!
It was only when she said, out of the blue, You can
Flirt with me a little, you know that he could
Begin to imagine a map of the maze
Of hell she was inviting him to enter –
Which he perversely did, though it cost him Qat
And lost him a lot of protein fucking up
And down between cities and highway motels –
Before the exhausted lovebirds invented a fight
So she could find herself a White-next-time knight
Whose horizons bore more than mere hints of sails
Abulge with spice-perfumes from exotic shores
(from “Charon’s Anchors” by Brian Chan)
FARJOURNEY CARIBBEAN 