Heritage due filled stomach folds . frequency still chimes come
nuh? winds stir up and about ready to hook the moment
break water levels . swelling over.
A pinch of rash, the cheek to grasp – most
tear sheets show how splash dives miss the dot; whose blade
harpoons the whale of one fine lime . fat luck with stern
mountings.
If you’re just joining us we’re at the Friday good night
Club that drives deliveries over primate bounds; stroke falters
walk back to the pavilion for the tea sandwich munch . off
the pad shag inquiries.
For you, I get I do : a bird nest wireless hub . no clutch
purse lip tree kneeling | mini short little chips . who’ll conceive
miracles with me ? thigh chafe triangulate.
Trans wings now test curves; not long once the island
boy hawk eyed Catholic plaid . hem touch was weep simple.
Noël shop rite joyeux, Marie first time discount . add
Caution : after the cincture red unwrap senses find wonder
mates unstabled, better left as riddle.
At play girl swings in the park, grandfather’s hand
watch checked perimeters > knot ruptures from the village
snatch . blood gunbelts flavour.
Virtually it’s about whose past futures ‘ill, love
calf ~ ‘uck or ‘all in, turret dove view.
– W.W.
MARA
This sweet ting, Mara sensed, was really looking
For escape-routes out of a sex-object fate
In the state of affairs she’d been born into
As one of its accidents of sharp hybridity
Whose fresh blades needed something hard to cut through,
That way to confirm their sharpness as valid
Beyond the gossips of Literature and Sex.
Mara, the girl’s shrewdest witness, was willing
To expedite the failure of her struggle
To keep herself free, outside of the tangle
Of what Lessing called Georgetown’s incestuous despair
(from “Charon’s Anchors” by Brian Chan)