Heavens guide the land over desert reptile minds;
rib hopeful bullocks like in Behar time^cart pulling
still | our truck crude pipe lines crossing village
trench foot . notes for printing on‘an’on, no canopy
no song.
\ Artificial I shutting calabash dip stalls
can 3Design think bed + bath | cushion the screen
chair @ pixels not sky blue.
Sink
in weigh wash good.
*
On native soil mas’raiders spade^hit metal rare.
Only a matter of time, our plump girls blink, side
eye^pass taking; paradise shelf service.
\ Layers + veils for interfuse ‘n’ face; cave^
like shelters from cheek sag hollows; wine^
like cellars urgency cork^holding.
Up
load ‘n’ hug chord^beats away heart frighten so.
*
Coin toss ? whose drone will host a strike right
down the word worship dome | crow necks
convene to poke ‘round rubble peace; pick^
pepper eye nose throat.
\ Too cold to change . the light
bulbs dot^lining lymph tunnels | cabins cable^
lifting souls to fever peak . last mile . docking
forms filled out . hol’on hol’on! Beep.
Accepted.
What next, find out | said done here.
– W.W.
YUH RAP SO (3.0)
That was what dull old short men did, no problem –
Except for that existentialist Bad-Faith
Moralism that might plague them unto death
– But nothing a little old-age exhaustion
& growing shortage of breath (which Thomasson’s
Doctor in Scarborough had warned him about
Before allowing him to travel down South
To which one of them ex-colonies again?
No matter, man: couldn’t be a fate worse than
Belfast's or Ontario’s yet-Colony)
Couldn’t bear for their last few years (or thirty):
Death of course, no-news death, was what everything
After all boiled down to, the hot hide-peeling
Pepperpot always on the simmer
(from “Raponani” by Brian Chan, 2023)
FARJOURNEY CARIBBEAN 