Pricks for future pins / base to dome opening / that burst
through blue to orbit; otherwise / e4 press Start
probing / what’s the point ? rice field ankles whole
hog grind, canal role to find.
There’s theory
though, to crab pause inching.
*On our island inflatable rafts push night long off
memory bays; on stilts mud tracking days remain bare
face like ‘culpas’ on confessional booth occasion.
Playing for pay makers chair on edge coin
moves bite sizing; hammocks stretch like for bodies
after a heresy hunt ? crimson blade curve Don’t ..please,
No, no! . no head block.
Ocean under empiring pipes hoist up crude
skirts, flare to funnel – d8 line on hold | elsewhere palm
tree top leaves curl . snap at shirtless men rod casting
off the seawall.
*In hover still ? test
ride this arcing wave : hips d’jeune in sound form board
rank break, laughing at something funny.
Dios mío ! birth place
shift key notes not Entered.
Patria clock watchers check their long day ‘licks, sunset
passion way ahead of itself; moon gate to mate.
– W.W.
QAT
The System has no meaning for Qat, except
As a kind of raw floor that needs to be kept
Well-swept so that anyone can walk without
Hindrance – liberté, oui? : l’attitude de latitude
With no echoes of ‘mock’ to democracy,
Jane and Peter looking out for Jack and Jill,
Before they climb their hill, to prevent their fall.
(As such, Black Qat is as White as was required.)
(from “Charon’s Anchors” by Brian Chan)
