If it's still on the shelf reaching hearts assume
the crave that strips and swims inside
the head will reject any faith swab pushing
gawks up the humbum.
Why on earth idle ? the procedure,
stomach walled . sperm charge Millions asking.
At sea the years suspend;
at mind tiers job teeth grind, bed crumbs brush
aside | need^feed onset weighs – which island road
stop still extends . plantation schaden^stalls.
Paths to crack the world codes unless you’re lizard
creepy | wanton whenever you snap at branch
leaves not on the fly list.
So why is this man dressed in pajamas shouting?
I’m standing right in front of him, holding
a coffee mug, ready to stir.
*
/ There, see’t ? on display bargains
you need hunt no longer . basket the poker, flue
burn up the body furnace.
/ Niche^mate fooled? Mint your content, trade
the pawns that thrift_hop tick . stuck long.
Lift, some cry far the fuck! from | hips
flashing solid Bol şans! scan.
– W.W.
MARA
XM – that Georgetown habit that in her is
Rooted, having been seeded by her clever mother
Who used to put a teaspoonful of the stuff
In the breakfast ice-cream she gave to Mara
Who could digest Mommy’s milk no other way.
(That gyirl din born in Princess Street fuh nuttn!)
Grown-up Mara will swear she is allergic
To milk’s boringness. There, then it was supposed
To be good for ones bones and kept ones teeth from rotting,
Not to mention ones Brains (and everyone knew
Even gyirls in Guyana had at least six):
Brains were key for doing tricks for getting
Rich. *MARA’s sardonic version of her past
(from “Charon’s Anchors” by Brian Chan)
FARJOURNEY CARIBBEAN 