"Or into a teardrop, sadness and unexpected
joy running together, in the eye of a friend
or a woman…"
- Wilson Harris, Palace of The Peacock (1968)
\ Harmony floats like particles through the ear;
the space Agency file^whispers, We might have a job
for you which is all pilots on cruise need to hear;
line to ground – grape to pound till the wine
yelps Yes!
At some point circuits ask, How human is this?
this man^becoming sense it’s Okay! to strip make
ripple limbs as sunset gets in the water.
Drivers in the brain ignore wave marks. Could
time stop short ? catch alley in play ways . slanted
like old Paris streets of café, matinée; loft
for drip dropping migrant pigeons.
^
\ So someone brakes, the corners wait;
girdings look over shoulders . and just like that
unused perspirings pass Aie aie aie.
Nerve snaps back, Can we go
now? end plates face . head heart can’t determine
Who’s away?
At the lights
orange grants all one close call, Who verging
that much cares ? paint scraping | later claiming
Never felt this . desert storm like coming.
No, don't shut down the heavens ! so genders
trusting camel flow sway^hold . Oh ja swallow
toll.
– W.W.
MORE
Yes: who would not
want to fall again into a dream so gorgeous?
At least until your soul no longer needs to ‘fall’.
and what was the name of that garden again?
and what fruit did you dream you weren’t supposed
to eat? which god did you dream you failed?
which sin and whose guilt did you have
to pay for? which scales of love
to untilt till whose conscience
was clear
……………………………………………….
(from “Readiness” by Brian Chan, 2013)
FARJOURNEY CARIBBEAN 