First half spent pacing for sort^selection; should
have stirred worlds by now but, yeah yeah, climate
change.
With not many omelets left over crack
performance angels hover . what’s expected of you?
Can I keep my aurora on? Of course, dark child.
Floats of light night canceling won’t stop . so you grow
up.
In havens where someone climbs tower
steps to ring the fortune bell they scan the clouds
for Mary hails; dogs bark at estate fail scents, one
behind the others.
Aargh!
You shouldn’t bank on stories like that. The colony
‘n’ chain of appetite rudders long | goodness
shelters hookers who cache gems, while jewelers
loupe^test our laughs ‘n’ poop . contractions.
^
\ Stomach swell^flat terms kept, sometimes
some thing burns on | dragon wind^down bum bum
heavy, no tattoos to slay.
Still, the best laid
prayers win, nah true? | hand clasp rear lift, millions
ghosted . Admin Climb unto me! ascending.
Aargh!
(silverware glass clink) not to worry; tomorrow more
piss^show off rehearsals . balcony crow^neck listening,
press ahead.
– W.W.
DESPAIR AS BOTH BRAZIER AND ITS FUEL
Yet the breadth of my perspective leaves me no
doubt: the so-called classics
and moderns are flat notes,
flowers that have not yet matured, or green fruits;
politics, news of death, lies and pills all seem
only a lazy dream
of gossipy fictions, anthills of valleyed
men seen from peaks and stars – which, though distant, are
perfectly reachable.
………………………………………………………….
(from “Readiness” by Brian Chan, 2013)
FARJOURNEY CARIBBEAN 