Leaving herd hangars virtues scramble, the family
gasp ring can't reverse eggs after the shoot | high alerts
instead bystanders hoping some time quick a job
opens for endocrine home rewiring; breach closure.
Hind leggy innuendo sways like from this
jelly good follow texting a faith big wife / they would later
deny any knowledge / about inbetweeny head ducks.
Okay, #Snowfarer my dray
horse laps drop markers ! but you know what I mean.
Take off those skis.
+
Back stage as means watch moves deep
end, unnoticed mostly; though village rumors confirm pass
overs of devotion, thighs tagged bitchy rubbing dry hurry
powder away | winds even . as old sword beard Haroun
drops by.
Beaky keen he’ll pick ‘n’ poke about
anxieties, Who’ll mat those knees? Not every seed starts
pod packed; he’ll tube squeeze, like for Hajj circuit
ambles.
Don't estimate him . under most
advances sweat the partum wet of mop handlers; indifferent
tiles slip tease.
+
On the one, jump or cleave, desire requires
no co-sign innings ‒ without which we’d feel identity cruising
screwed | otherwise! tropes will loop any berth Hold! | put
prize flowers out; bend resets, Mondays East West.
– W.W.
MARA
Of pain and rage a pure ingénue could have
Hoped not to experience, nor even glimpse ‒
As though seeing were seeing something outside
Oneself (Mara soon caught the academic virus
Of ex cathedra impersonality).
*SOMEWHERE else, Mara could pay to do the trick
Of delivering us from evil (some, more).
By then there was nothing, she felt, she could not
Do, even if only to prove that she could ‒
Like people who travel all over the world
Only to advertise where they have been and not yet.
She, not exactly a millionaire, knows that
Expansive habit will undo her at last,
And for that moment, she keeps a poison-flask,
Plus a sharp flick-knife, just in case and don’t ask:
(from “Charon’s Anchors” by Brian Chan)
FARJOURNEY CARIBBEAN 