"The conversation they had had (as between
naked body and naked mind) still lingered
in his head."
– Wilson Harris, Companions Of The Day
And Night
Violetta! Oh my stars, you came . after his Gnu
Goat like taking you for mountain; his no chest
tightness sensing, There’s a contract dust bowl
like between us | buy^sell phone vibration ! savoir
due.
First mate^betrayal skews; some cheek tattoos
flinch at remove | easier to make peace with ‘im
like eggs boiled ~ quick link God’s face^fanning
patience.
Murmurers can't wait for news, for you
to wail | the throat guard lets in every widowy
wish i could the stomach floor boards.
*
Over night falls deep . sleep hoodies hack
watch midriffs warming | the barfi bite yelps, Stop
resisting! first blood.
Wages that low who wouldn’t beside
oneself ? mud ankled catch^wrap blowy grain;
away redress fate stitchings.
*
La Casa del Amor . how^why you cleaned no longer
matters; you’re here now | sway holding served,
spoon ‘n’ silence . bovarys if you prefer.
\ These pages like twin glass doors slide
open^close | mid’passages to weigh, Alt keys could
help; for version, pick any scale.
\ Wait wait – you just landed ! planet
polar bear like in distress . how if you tear again
away could you be reached?
- W.W.
MARA
*SHE had never guessed that once her Sun-Dung had,
While on a roll, cashed in his chips, gone outside
And taken a taxi to a shabby zone
Of the city no respectable tourist wanted
To be caught dead in (as not a few had been)
But a zone including a certain address
Bought off a hotel-valet making ends meet
By renting out his sister, daughter or wife
Whom he promoted as his ‘cousin’ Guanyin,
Good crean fliendry rady flom good famiry
(from “Charon’s Anchors” by Brian Chan)
FARJOURNEY CARIBBEAN 