Despite the bow leg balance, the way untouched
from defrost to door swing she carried on it made
sense to stand aside | her air, sweep past could let
your hair ‘n’ shoulders down . Osewa Ni torso
politesse.
Encouraged by heritage to hold . the pedigree
in clutch her intense fibres did just that | item
open close store concerning.
Then this
#same selfie arrived, asking to coincide | fitted
for thigh wrap entrée she/hers secured – adding licks
new to our custard apple evenings . finger span
dip to deep.
/ Love shed like precious
blood . cell change from island to island. Watch
here now / from foreign who like fucking with us /
fields cropped over valley all our lives mist, fern.
/ Cyaan jus’ show up, night
into sunrise stretch . strip bamboo shoot fi buss,
not flute^horn about | # fly leaf tag ✈ diamond
rough for hewing, belly fret . pirate ring.
– W.W.
.
QAT + LESSING
No other do-gooder could reach the toenails
Of Qat, that cool-looking but volatile volcano
From Cameroon with whom Lessing lived for nine
Whole months before she threw him out for pissing
Her off with his sacrée paresse sans valeur –
A pique-piss provoked by his complaints that he
Was the last thing on Qat’s mind, even when ‘love’
Was the thing they were supposed to be making.
(Reader, some terms are just itching to be ironised.)
(from “Charon’s Anchors” by Brian Chan)
FARJOURNEY CARIBBEAN 