"..the archaic compulsion – apparent bewilderment
– of the soul – rib of male and female”
The Waiting Room, Wilson Harris (1967)
Even under orthodox skin wish ticks riddle, mark | You
tense, Is this the stare end of interfacing ? inside
heart chambers ~ dare you break to pee, fear you
might miss the lapsed cord snip ~ brow lines
beading.
So
her cave man left the wards, ran off with the nurse / we’d
just entered the cafeteria, lifted our libation cups; quick
sips, Oh, steaming rims / let What happened? steep outside
gut liquid, polar bonds widening.
~
Hips for having, giving form consent | shards from her
glass dreams confirm . him teeth grind while them
sleep.
How
could ties main stay ? the vessel knot, a beehive; bees
like Stage #1 curtains raising nipple cues, here after
deemed non binding.
Reupholstery ? riskier than
shopping a new box spring, which for spring is a wild
bet hedge.
Merde!
The need to sit, feathers riffling to hatch; the longer last
straws last, the helplessness | across the tables someone
might serve . notice, care.
Aargh!
Past gravity | wind, bills that let fate, hemorrhoids interfere.
– W.W.
MARA
But, Mara wonders, why turn any challenge
Of present-tense utterance into a safe
Postponability? – by jotting it down
For some future reference’s denial
Of the Now of the urgencies of borrowed
Breath whose return-date is still every moment,
As far as Mara knows, having lived a thousand deaths.
(from “Charon’s Anchors” by Brian Chan)
FARJOURNEY CARIBBEAN 