Cowitchy . in recline who could refuse one last
paseíllo > cape wrap a crowd grand bull < years spent ring
running close | or charged with ‘lewd voting’ agree to abstain,
part of a deal the vertebrae no longer acts the house full
batty card handler.
Flags deadly in flight lose most harpy requests for
a second chance . at nuance | granted, enzymes could leave
fears still unadjusted . brows beading some fugit tempus
survivor might return, come after > shovel up camp oven
bones cause trouble < all the rubble for attention That’s
ridiculous! souls reduced.
Wall plaqued . in #meOne secure with
holding, wrinkled fingers crack nostalgie in an evening soup
bowl, wiping off any open coffin forehead kiss bits < from lips
on face value the frog licks reveal.
Legends down, main divers find a frame . veins declassifying;
cables ‘n’ fate bring up ‘n’ back sovereigns for the glove
blue : gold fish oil piroguery, a child pulled by the ear
from classroom dreaming.
Mere glitches? nein | all genuine hives in God’s
registry, steeups our chubby code folder, checking her Hi, it’s
me! messages . not stuff shy to parlez her faith covered
bed billow preferences. | Sic Mundus < part game, Si.
– W.W.
LESSING
*LESSING, riding life's skiff of anxious atoms,
Would remind himself, as traitor to all tribes,
That he’s still just one of the boat’s galley-slaves.
Trouble is: very few chained to it know how
To row – and the bucket has long since capsized,
And both those holding the oars and those the whips
Are sinking while thinking their vessel the best of ships –
Which is what every Final Apex sinker
Swears, even as his Titanic’s cracking up
Breaking down
(from “Charon’s Anchors” by Brian Chan)
FARJOURNEY CARIBBEAN 