Eva thinking about Him, fit
bits up on the ceiling, limbs condemned to weave below; dishes
candles conversation in some sink of form . cream crop
contactless.
A brand of intimacy so
obdurate ? from which ‘stillery this burn . down on dry
champagne please! brain dog weary.
*One sheet cheat act next door wakes up a killer . kettles
whistle | doll cloth vendors snap . hurry the hell shack home.
As lettuce heads short memory . iPhone face minimizing
sends belief : the not fair biometrics of prayer knees; how
bovine . low branch leaf nibbling must seem.
Breast probe of sneak up tumor, mousse ball of bitchy
fate | night curl tights . even as cricket licks off hibiscus lips
persist.
And body check that appetizer . his season sweat
sheen tabling Ciao! mate plays > hooks at your goal tend net
worth; the brush fire siren pass ? heat trap release.
The sky cloud plein air ocean . stream low concern | its start
menu chalks what makes each day special : half a life
cycle beak billed . rim care self serve; light wait, mercy
crossing . wherever you turn.
– W.W.
LESSING
Was a Canajun band, nuh? that used to swear
You’ve got your troubles, I’ve got mine, as Lessing
And other soaks would together sing-agree
In the Albert-&-Tird place run by Whuh-he-name, Ting,
The Coolie boy, maan, who buy the PartyMan
Rum-shop, install a jukebox and fairy-lights
And overnight set up with the Smallman Pub.
There Lessing had spent many nights avoiding
Going home to Moreen waiting for his tail
To come ome so that she could drag him to ear
Whoever was the latest American pastor
Passing through
(from “Charon’s Anchors” by Brian Chan)
FARJOURNEY CARIBBEAN 