Cause . they stopped performing^it seems the oval
/ faith deep, stain top loading / won't allow^jump
Start anymore – wanting instead the glow . inside
dream cleaning.
) Though who would bypass indoor plumbing,
take squat rump ? chances in forum with desert
lynx, scorpions; submit . sore among deceivers
dysenteria drying.
Cause . they’d rather cut^try she/her fresh
partner grips; meringue . the hip turn birdie birdie
swing at shield^life pins.
*
) As heaven ‘n’ earth deform, breath on top
breath pile | breach advisory : about tests, young
blood red for diced tomatoes . old pissers who won’t
take stem for an answer.
*
Cornered, cringing to receive hurt / Toyota hunt
wheels churning dust / stumbling out the compound,
baby in back wrap . who ran Which way? ran.
) Left behind the grass patch, sunset cows | night
time quiet like no place on earth . except perhaps
once Dutch stabled Paramaribo.
Though who
sleeps like a baby anymore ? anywhere bread fruit
heads tail fall | long poem short – ‘way too much
reality, man . can hardly bear.’ Popo! Popo!
– W.W.
MARA
*BUT escaping back to White America
Had not helped Mara escape from her nightmares
About her Indian student with her chopped-up
Lines echoing the other choppings-up she had seen
Done to other people whose silenced voices
She meant to lend some utterance by her verse.
Its ‘content’ the city Doctor had ignored,
Concentrating instead on the ineptness
Of its chronicler, the wannabe author –
Who would later dedicate her first published
Work (the grim autobiographical All About!
About growing up in an East Coast village
Where a girl walking to school daily passes
A trench bearing overnight corpses floating)
(from “Charon’s Anchors” by Brian Chan)
FARJOURNEY CARIBBEAN 