"There is in some weak people, who feel
their weakness and resent it, a certain
mechanism….”
– V.S. Naipaul, A House for Mr Biswas (1961)
Agents have a take^breath understanding of flight
charts . away at border stack point catchers
need only squeeze the neck, release back raptures
on the horizon.
Good bees gravitate to where they’d make good
good honey | smart fish angle for channel cross
like @England hooks . swerve ‘n’ chafe a darling
thigh name Ludmila.
[ Oui! float poles snag
sudden ocean fail, bag passage rights ]
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\ Book nations prefer if islanders
play @ genre stations + prize fled^home sweat
shirt; otherwise for you from limbo is straight
to repechage.
At heritage sites few queue
for Empire colon probe; native address hoist up so
dough kneaders all could see | make you wonder
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Our wild coast? Extractors after sugar_rice
left pallets of harbour pain, roots too
thread loose to surface.
Old problem, new cane device send notice : So
neighbor, you get mih text? last night snake
man was inside yuh hen house ! egg whip
crack sucker.
[ Ah Zuzu, mon salon.
Alt spark to kindle log light years ]
- W.W.
YUH RAP SO (2.4)
Dr C. was necessarily failing,
With his mask-strained words, to pinpoint, to nail down
The precise moment when the outer oddness
Of his connections first echoed, rhymed with his
Inner innate strangeness ever whispering
Its bald namelessness like an unfeathered wing
Orphaned off some bird that never missed its shred
Till it tried again to lift off: So Conrad,
When questioned by his Canajun Embassy
Agent – Why do you want to quit your country?
Answered – To wing like Bob Marley’s dove
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(from “Raponani” by Brian Chan, 2023)
FARJOURNEY CARIBBEAN 