High seas relate : so many proposals run aground / switch
keep going lift the curse / to abandon ship, jump telling no
one might scan . first class.
Worse than cattle calls to patria,
cabbage heads directing what looks like a concerning
mass around the vagine . itch to cleave.
Expiration dates work on milk cartons; you’re not
a milk carrier unless your tits go jello folie deux
or teats on tug for the pail.
Our islanders get steamish about dumplings; some stir
potless roots . anguillas under rocks in rivers / Allyuh don’t
call and ask me nothing / surfacing only to witch hump, wipe
a little blood.
~
Puffier, who could keep up with neck tattoos . shouldering
the pledge unerasable?
From ground to air flow
kite frames once braved sway > risk cusps you could grip
on^off in a wind whistle.
As file years stack it
gets harder . sourcing how long sarong tight generations
swish floors, parent cell skin moulting, to step free.
So on the nose you kiss
your dog | Ping : dry lips not unhappy enough.
Weary though, this over
slept life . billows flat, fluffed > ties, lies belly galvanize;
and worth deliverance only you stock . hope knows.
– W.W.
MARA
One of whom Mara – made desperately am-
bitchous (her mother’s pet tag which she once spat
Into Mara’s mouth before biting its lips
And turning away to hum You are my personal
Possession, as Nat ‘King’ Cole had stamped normal)
To escape the shame of being owned – became,
And, with her father’s help, slaved to climb above.
Not that he had been any less personal
In his protection of his possession, his
Desperate investment in his daughter’s right
To Further Education as his last stand against
His wife’s sullen resistance to his sex and
Against Mara’s mother’s screaming pleas to her
Daughter to never leave her alone with he.
(from “Charon’s Anchors” by Brian Chan)
FARJOURNEY CARIBBEAN 