Before the face turns to spider hole ‘n’ skull . every limb
should experience at least once the dive into sound
fusion swells.
Someone bites the reed announcing we’re just about
ready; bones look sharp . the balance Yes! beam set,
No, here be no cargo vessel jammed with gold^
coast stunned eyes.
Skin crimping life lines cycle through centuries
of ordure ‘n’ risk. Who are those other guys?
Later they’ll doc. file air plein chord change.
On the qui vive . anchor links don’t build sleeves
ceiling high / like with stacks of hundred dollar bills / bets
all in while the fader holds.
And listen! with sex v. tête metabolizing your turn
off haunch will come | the source itself, calibration
done, takes over.
Nets cast higher the ocean rolls vast blue; interpreters of gust,
horns make sure north cleaves south wind connected | and there
you are up next to new . with skimmers passing and everything.
– W.W.
[ In mem: Curtis Fuller . 1932 – 2021 ]
LESSING
A lazybones with a lust for doing nothing but
Waiting to be inspired by the Surprise-muse:
To worry about Mekking A Livin was
For souls who had no trust in the Lord’s graces.
*NOR did Lessing think himself religious, save
In the radical sense of tending a link
With his breathing’s solar-ethereal roots:
His Lord was simply Earth’s nearest star, her resident
God, kite-anchor of the day’s light, that present
Which he feels it would be Baad Mannuhs to leave,
Like a boat that has brought you this far, unmoored
(from “Charon’s Anchors” by Brian Chan)
