"The ones who were there…the ones who even now
don’t believe the world is round…who keep going
and going just to see how it will end… Oh yeah.”
‒ “Seven Beauties,” Lina Wertmuller (1975)
Our space windows east west facing years of home
leave launch strain . hold. No No granules slipping through
the mesh cause abrupt scuttles – like peacock shows called
off . default the pregnancy of pipe line cutters, mud flat feet.
Balls bearing loose . our island Eh Eh Homo flies
oracles of billions to spread for / done with . our fate
tomorrow hides / whose side ? back hard luck rides.
Elephant white lights strobe . stage parts rear
up down tier; flower acts get played to levitate from cane
field slash . wound tight bear.
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Aliens from time to time appear,
scent of sea bed dead cast off . sheet change refusing.
* You think you have it bad here? they
needle . thread blight | camped out near the seawall, torn
plastic suits like they on some mission.
Once the fins of desperation stalk seed off
shore, poor soil removers leave us alone > voyeurs through
scorn tower slats.
✓ Flaps tight . vitals charged for all night orbit / source
coding crew / through a blaze of stars opening our axis gods
go and moon landed come throughest truth! right back.
– W.W.
LESSING
Of mere liberty, the right to stir and shift
At will, to resist being moved or removed
So as to choose our own enslaving shiftings,
Thanks very much and leave us in and into our cells,
Lessing imagines those gods serving God’s Will
ITs Elohim still shaping Heaven and Earth
(Resting every seventh age from the mistakes
They would not erase
(from “Charon’s Anchors” by Brian Chan)
FARJOURNEY CARIBBEAN 