Sore so . the need, the feed to believers worth in some
cases billions; most cores casting forward / the Ave . Vale
hot stone line dance / not certain < cash ‘n’ burn, noodle
the slurp ? board the diving grace.
Tree rock veins re.up on altar knees, tongues out
west for chocolate . store told virgin oil rubs shield
faith flight from blade chase grounding; the groom
pose doctoral dudes strike . stroking an Asian elephant
painted trunk.
How best to angle sleep work aerials . accounting
angels cringe : yield days flare then over night shift
flank | a window left open, uterus squat steamed; flash
floods dishelving layers . shed to crown shingle solitude.
Pause one beat ! the papal square, phone lit
robe red infallible ~ Ciao, Federico ~ urges all in booth
whispers ! listen to bellbirds in the towers; press closer
for word on flesh becoming . Vodun habeamus.
There’s only so much ~ Rolex to Rasta! ~ brand
on hand can do about the slice fate of plate egg boils . for
free when last peeled bottoms.
Rip, sew . who takes off time ? worn
nothing but . hard soft uncompromising.
The foot good shoots, the net sighs limitations; flags off
flurry sides; seconds coming ~ here! head wet tie breaker
through! ~ that’s it, what balls we show | chance to wrap
one more now what you wonder earth worm wiggle
Searching ..air.
– W.W.
LESSING
*OPENING his eyes one last time, Lessing sees
The morning Sun insisting on seeing him,
And at last he rises – out of sleep’s freedom
To lay down his onus of owing the world more ‘sins’ –
And into his final freedom of choosing
Never to pick it up again, nor ever
Again to fail to anchor midstream his craft.
(from “Charon’s Anchors” by Brian Chan)
FARJOURNEY CARIBBEAN 