* Out of profane gas who knows how the straw head
catches; the world’s dry spells extend; the sun pokes
peak signs through the weeds | straps cool down love
stored in heat containers . cherry pick^use so.
/ You lucky, you have
a man ! that Service Station manager man, gold ring
fingers | turn 17 . from make believe Hey, mind
my likes! Sankar bare lash me frighten.
/ Shelf^happy keep
life shouldn’t be a thing | worst that could happen
you far off the main road, house beetle^like testing
blades of grass . cave whispers out of wind.
^
* Signed in keyless church ignition our forest
priest navigating native nipples prays . souls turn
blind eye like . up the creek . faith yielding
while he eats.
+ This plantation yard match stumbles on a sweet
stick | gasps But where to plug this ? this modern
hacking tool that graters scorn of darker kin + how
to peel pineapple skin.
Who there ? price^smart
curating looks . net blind tossing navel hook reap so
what coming coming ¿ who dying to know.
– W.W.
INFINITIVES
…to know no difference between
North and South Americas or
hemispheres, no ocean or mind
between the Eastern earthworm’s owl
and the Western magpie’s phoenix,
and to praise both the turtle’s speed
and the peacock’s blurred scrawl of sleep
In one thread of white hair stranded
in a jungle of words also
strayed off a head slowly losing
all of its accustomed allies,
to find a narrow path back home
in the Sun’s dark centre where doubt
staggers all fates, serving them so
(from “Readiness” by Brian Chan, 2013)
FARJOURNEY CARIBBEAN 