Even the crossing guard with no real benefits
to wave forward in the roundabout of forms reconsiders
her child shepherding thing . the way house numbers
short cut fear scanning the air as seasons turn.
Eye for eye, scriptured so, like tooth exchange; face
truth to wake the palm smacks; and history prepares
a place for gracious beheading blades, femme shavings;
dishonour handles.
~
/ Our island frog minds
inlet any moon . pool anchor, the catch or pitcher
twisting stream.
Rage no longer at the sea
cell mass repairs signal Time! Union Cap’n . up off bent
back pay.
/ The search to understand what
really happened anywhere could stall . which orifice
tongues trust.
Shakespeare or our Walcott
once lowered class heads for sumo wrestle reads, slip
knot ease. Idle fingers now swipe glass pin blame
accounts must feed.
~
\ From ocean bed ghost limbs rub
stone redress > the nearest shore | what’s so weird
if boulders stare ? smell gambit weed desire.
\ Crow to John, back when no
one beak^clicked Approved : angel your angles,
rounding knight; touched so, beguile the witch.
– W.W.
THE KING OF NOTHING
What the world calls power
is nothing compared to the abdicator’s throne,
the emptied attention
of the student-king who fails every proving test
but whose eyes, heart and guts
are opportunist for every hint of the Light
which at every moment
watches for the walls of mind and soul to let down
their drawbridge and ladders,
so to allow the Light’s invasion to become
the garden as the end
of the path without end, path of Earth to starhood
and angels to god-men
……………………………………………………….
(from “Readiness” by Brian Chan, 2013)
FARJOURNEY CARIBBEAN 