What began as holiday splashing fed into
suspicion . on the flight home he knew^had
to decide when to squeeze the stuffing out of her;
learn first how ! some island jockey loaf^sugar
strong fanged . his^her turn^take vows.
Pray . Tell hands on throat before
you pass to hell | gurgles struggled . up the beach
the surf gasped ! what’s that glow in the sky.
New to world^weariness / duck eggs
Done! the petit chateau^ocean pew / his Move On
tally man fixed tail winds so flaps up ✈ Zion
faux port Fire^burn! to ground. Bitch.
*
What stronger back claim draws you
here ? unlocked step ladder ‘n’ wells, road
limb shak^shaking.
) What patents kept
off line, the sharper chip away ? light night
draughts, separate^equal board play.
Yes, still of mind . river peace, plant
oils you once palmed | license^new crane saman
yaad mind root . scoop^loot Granted.
*
/ Wait, who are you ? aghast, you ask.
And what on earth is your emergency.
/ Wait, haven’t you heard ? snow falls
here now / no, not Lesbos, bless the stars / this
here’s the shit, what nature deep intended;
raise, don’t curse His hand.
– W.W.
AT THE PEAK
For you to move, knowing,
trusting that which moves you,
is the whole of human,
the ground of seeding light.
For me to love and yet
to stray from the one loved,
while letting her guide me,
is a sprout of freedom.
For ones stride to echo
Love’s clear eyebeam pointing
to the fruit of men’s moon
is the hymn of Heaven.
- Brian Chan
FARJOURNEY CARIBBEAN 