"Ganesh Pundit had given up mysticism for
a long time. He had taken to politics and
was doing very nicely. He was a minister of
something or the other in the Government"
– "Miguel Street," VS N.
You want I curve learn ? flat yield . the knot masseuse, what
the brain wants.
In our Gwan Down office chair men pledge . needy feed,
unlike the serviettes quiet inside preamble rooms not sure
the desk spread ~ Take ! Not one breath ~ would last . the way
he always reaching.
Some sent home pack benchers brood : who plants what now
betrayals worming where ? awake at four Not ever again?
mouse members sash . cords lower the sky.
If only / this prayer you hear / I could remount,
boss of base feel strong again . hug big bubby village pride;
toss ethics to the manatee, oil flame pilots train.
As bone dogs scratch our predilections Admin picks
a face unripe : trench foot soldiers griping > go ribbon food
baskets, prod promissory turds; divvy ‘n’ hide poles to plait.
Who cares ? what per Custom wringing hands declare;
dark light swells . fear, bad actors, All is fair.
No cross . course practice how we go, cluster set flag
falls . you go | won’t go? molasses to Gwan Dung dry storage
pace nail straight away.
– W.W.
QAT + LESSING
Had he sensed earlier his Soul’s agendum
Stamping its urgencies into his person’s
Urges, Lessing would have grudged and resisted
Less, or not at all, his fixes and jams, by seeing
Them all just, rather than unnecessary.
Sensing his soul’s urgings came too late: by then
Pique had become his chronic hairshirt, his wont.
*QUOI, il encore Catholique? Qat would half-think
Sensing a dégoût to his – quoi? she couldn’t
Say personage, since ce type-ça was hardly
Recognisable from moment to moment
(from “Charon’s Anchors” by Brian Chan)
FARJOURNEY CARIBBEAN 