Crass the aisle, ratchet the bury, look the fodder way,
the snail suggests to the butterfly whose wings it envies.
Cubicle up leg ? jail the long wait for | femur like
break and heal, bear and seal.
How so you swim . all the way here?
Reparate belief on victim wards; for close attention
drop like dew. Learn what else honest hands can do
besides drive taxi, pleasure ‘n’ wash self . wave.
Spectral ? how could you not know what matters
here . zoomed to consume.
Not all country sides are alike, good luck with locust
leaf lust; go with lungs long, only God’s dowsing
rods can reach you . Y shape wary; advantage virus!
bless the sneeze.
~
Home lands built . cell by cell . destroyed then perfect
looking built again < you can’t imagine.
Like tiny bubbles in cold beer glass as blade sheen
serrates plate steak rare *IT waits < how do we pay?
Sooner, later Bladam! bam . plish plish (ash cooling).
Our planet after freeze or fire perks up ? brand new
full faith.
There are rituals for which only two . capsule dream
lids clamp hold / on spotless boulders firsts Sign
In / sad mating starts . Cent’anni.
– W.W.
LESSING
Man's
Failed experiment like that of dinosaurs
That took their clunky stubborn time to fade out.
They too were ‘beautiful’ in their day and way,
In their lumbering fashion, but they were spared
(Or spared themselves, since they were sensible gods)
The tyrant of Beauty to live under/live up to.
Of course (Lessing does a lot of of-course-ing
When he would convince himself), their beauty was
Their innocent allowing of their own scrawl
(from “Charon’s Anchors” by Brian Chan)
FARJOURNEY CARIBBEAN 