Wait watchful . eagles make you feel earth is where
all belong | patria gongs send you up gum trees, or
get you . running from dirt bike riders who open
throttles of brute^joy at your head . crack ice
cubes for your face.
Him^hers, not ours! lives scarf
loved in knead position . pair bonds we bake.
On stools that sphincters test, on river
banks first aliens nature touched . our planet mapsters
don’t scan specs returning – used to the canopy On
Off air. What is that ? ocean high cry.
The coronary blows out candles; light
years dangling off chest ceilings puff Sorry, can’t
gap service every home . now you know.
^
Glass^skin towers won’t receive the fog that lifts
souls off jump cliffs | space^discs circle . sheets
of notes stream in catch^release.
Fogs like crowds get dispersed
eventually | still, every day brass stand^stiff anthems
play Here be legend ! rows we plant lists why
with warranty to spend lack conviction scampers.
Aw, Fuck! the fogger’s last breath given
Too brief! last peak known | to every long^stem
browsing child the dandelion surprise.
– W.W.
THE RECEIVER
Awakened but still the indistinct
shadow of many transformations
(in God’s million realms, there is no one
king, no only Son), incarnations
sometimes very much there, sometimes gone,
whether he be nailed to, or under,
a tree, bound to Earth or unimpressed
by her latest wonderful blunder
……………………………………
(from “Readiness” by Brian Chan, 2013)
FARJOURNEY CARIBBEAN 