“One day a man called and said he was hungry.
We gave him a meal. He asked for a cigarette
and wouldn’t go until we had lit it for him.”
– "Miguel Street", VS N.
With heritage clamps that jump start side eye shadowing
as conviction seals, we should be sparking thunders . husk
blade sun flash in rice fields. Time feeds instead this
fester of cleave.
Estate ground . down lines find soil
on paper tissue typing, koker watch dog at sea; big
toe in slipslops recognize . breath cart veer pushing.
Our mountains twitch ‘n’ wait for foreign
hiker haul loops . spike trace validating; not paying
squat to observe our cage bird warble contests.
Distancing ? village fears scratch choice
match North . bending longer on Like to commit;
thiefing a wine, innocence presumed (don’t freaking say
so loud . warrant half past poet stares).
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Wishing you knew before ? Boysie my pardner in NY♥
text to warn we best practice crossing wide streets
mean, using river boat new speed.
Yes, they have bike lanes up there
but . don’t like wearing helmet we bound to get knock
down, passport photo on TV / Sir, you need to keep
moving, Ok? / warm coca cola . exact change.
This is no crow crow matter ! reverse our shopping
mall first escalator . see how most people step on step
off ‘fraid ? for comfort chart our town canal send
posts to flogging hosts, bottom issues for grab.
|So. Is
our domain, Ok? besides, box head! we need to keep
moving.
- W.W.
MARA
*NOW Mara recalls that, when she used to teach
(Or try to, and, at last, only pretend to),
At the university in Guyana
An option-course she called Hersterical Hisstories:
Universalist Second-Sex Literature
(By writers the club of LITRICHER shut out),
One student had asked her to mark and correct
Her verses. Mara, the ghost of her mother’s
Straps and slaps close, joked, What, whip them into shape?
(from “Charon’s Anchors” by Brian Chan)
FARJOURNEY CARIBBEAN 