One roof as slant as the next ? attempt fail here, shelter
there; pipe limers from foreign drill minding our own
business | breach . that stage again.
Paid up his wife took the child, arguing she had a fine
place back there / in that freaking rain all the time seagull
country, Yes / gave it up . grass here dry so.
Bus queue Might I ask good egg ? yuh boy in London
lonely | in Port of Spain homely. They had a gardener
but yuh girl was no Chatterley . tight What am I doing
here Sargassum spread.
Her starapple twilight gaze . read vaccine blocking nest
infection | though one henna Savi half his age kept angling
round . moist, in test match readiness.
Jumping crapaud! what
you expect . the currency of green river days ? two
fold bake fish ‘n’ chipping.
~
*Jook all you want . about island
love > a wrench to open ends a tail wind wretch would
wheel from.
Heavens ground, curve simple : him have
him house, she missed her rain . left him the fuck! right
there.
*Paratha does clap hot skin flake so, all the rook
cooks gone a world . flipping method, still can’t castle.
And before
long pure scratch you hear . Build something nah, from
bass again.
– W.W.
CHARON
So gullible but perverse Charon now tells Sistuh
Mo (she should have been a nun): Tanks fuh nuttn,
Feeling self-pityingly already dead,
And slams down the hotel-phone’s red receiver.
*OF ALL the women he could have married, why
Had he given in to that born-again fright?
Her other ambition had been Canada
Where (she thanked The Lord and he Bejesus) they could get
Divorced without the whole blinkin world having
To tawk about it: in Canada, who cares
If or how you get (or get to be) an ex?
(from “Charon’s Anchors” by Brian Chan)
FARJOURNEY CARIBBEAN 