"The money was little but regular, the thrill
of plundering delicious. Plunder! The very
sound of the word…"
V.S. Naipaul, A House For Mr Biswas” (1961)
Until they grow wary of gift horses, as flower
gardens ~ August, Agua! ~ shrivel, race trackers
of fold pattern scratch infection.
Stalled elsewhere, front lobes
stamp . hoofy to not safe fall behind, watching
others mount do Roraimas.
/ Old tub you, like manatee
retiring ? new bath routine under our Kaieteur
planet feed | consider the prostate cost to salmon up
after those Dai Dai forest links.
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Roadside hang vend ending . life stock pass
fail standards, plans for arcade stroll in step
with High Comm wives hot for horticulture.
\ The Roundabout? our smile ‘n’ copy modelers
casting so ! next : casino, breast cup modification;
plantation chips on hair root call.
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Add whisky to any chance cloud banking rain
days here | idle nihils itch to etch gold
finger rings; hell fire found, just need dragon
teeth to grow.
\ Service? yeah man! if your Sunday
palm read that way | bitch to boss cubicle
secret keeping tick tocky, though.
– W.W.
YUH RAP SO (2.2)
But while Khan felt no need to present at all
Any proof of membership of any one
Tribe that would consider him a member once
His village-idiocy proved him famous
Enough to be mascotted as one of Us,
Ladd on the other foot needed to be seen
As an author-actor in the local scene
Of the Earth’s tragedy of abject rejects
– Whose rights he could defend right unto his death:
Their rights, or just their plight? as more locked + set
Than any text meant to unlock such a fate
(from “Raponani” by Brian Chan, 2023)
FARJOURNEY CARIBBEAN 