NUDE SKETCH – 39
I and Mia (let’s call you by your love-name, my sweet sin)
Were having it onan doff – me, the cheap son of a bitch
(Sorry, Ma) who couldn’t afford a whore, and she, my win-
some immigrant landlady taking private lessons in
Anglish from her Portuguess-ish tenant (be it Brazil
She say he be bornt in, or some place in dat Africa?,
Who care when it come to him tongk like cock she take like pill
Of promiss, annoder one in dis new hell Canáda
Dat be once just pinkitsch stain in boringk Geagrophy)
Who at leasdt, unlike husbandt, wash out mout wit Lisdterine
Before sticking tongk down troat
SKETCH – 40
Now you know your ‘generator’, as a poor student, was
The precursor of our lame-duck type, Raimonde Winterkiss,
Don’t let that bias your opinion of the author as
A writer (or a responsible tenant either: his
Rent was always paid up when due, and Mia never had
Any regrets over renting to that i mean this lass lad)
Or as a decent member of Soshighty and all that
Codswallop which folks with enough cash to never fall flat
On their face (except when they open their mouths) swallow whole
('Line, hook and stinker', as Mia used to say)
– 41
But since classy makes poor compost and plain crap rich manure,
The author and Raimonde, both, in a sense, seeding farmers,
Would gladly admit to a decided indecency,
There being nothing more rich to sprout from, and all for FREE.
– 42
But what kind of freedom is that, you might well want to ask,
And i might say: The freedom of co-birthing a dream-masque
In which the figures of potential meaning are no-one
But you, reader, changing as you cross this or that stream
Of Significance, Wonderment or, praise the lord Pan, FUN.
– All with a little help from your co-creating friends: me,
Half-blind Winterkiss, not-unkind Mia Frears and a sea
Of other ghostly fish and fishy ghosts about to float
Up from the sea-bed and into our latency-lifeboat’s
Con-text
(from *fatima solagua arterra’s nudes* by Brian Chan)
FARJOURNEY CARIBBEAN 