"A log must learn to bleed, to fly,
to be an animal. Hare of God"
– Wilson Harris, Companions of The Day
and Night" (1975)
The worlds we build get wiped at the end
sewered by movers hot for results . stressing
lamb to saddle | violin fingers unwrap the lunch
break of physicists.
“Lady juggling chainsaws, please!
Not here, now.”
Long as it climbs unnoticed on the trellis
sperm sleep normal | concern in the pouch
Dept . accounts tadpole^like not adding back
up.
Air wells are not for body disposal, this young
widow reminds all . with child wake night
gap tending | what bed ‘n’ breakfast code
this . left to scan ? knife spread spoon lift
off.
+
Post offices are shuttering; grandsons prefer
the fast car crash on screen . scream Loser!
thumb pressure low. Yes, Go! again.
/ News spot . content
high like kite ! about nous grain slow seedling;
iMobile, blood will hose blood . thin veins
for bounty.
/ Chip ‘cross the road ~ wheels
brake^hiss midriff glancing; wait ‘til the ocean
signals pilot sound track lighting | balans
Balancer! what living takes.
– W.W.
YUH RAP SO (1.3)
Dilys used to admire that woman’s bitter
Brass balls crying out for you to forgive her
The very trespasses she badly flaunted:
In her, Dilys recognized one more dogged
Staunch Catholic + – resolved to be not that
Holy, that haunted – determined to devote
Her life to that Lord who at least loved his whores
Despite + because of that fire in their wire
(The Gospel according to Calypso Rose)
Which every nun (Dilys had met Diderot’s)
Worth her salt needs still to stroke now + again
(from “Raponani” by Brian Chan, 2023)
FARJOURNEY CARIBBEAN 