Take a wild guess, as croupiers in the cloud place
cards for bettors down on earth . bluff alert, the cicada
last ditch call | prayers noted! sheep hands chest
tight eventually fold.
\ Here's a challenge : travel
the bowl, sample native fruit you find vegetation
learn | tie down octopus arms, blood count suck
cups off^skin.
^
iPhone hype keys snapping for attention, face +
buttock grind tinnitus^like @cranium base. What
mass you say play against for?
\ Here’s a mission : forest
floors swept clear of chain saw dusters; iron
rakers who scrap accounts @ paradise bird stops;
carbon pool drain.
^
Grass raise bush to cover every precious crevice
straddled; crapaud eyes peel as grounds reboot
long after air + sky light raiders finish.
\ Here’s an app : the swamp
or garden croak that rattled even mount^maul
mammoths ? who says child^curious rhythmias can't
over war^grown centuries leap; deep set to beep.
– W.W.
YUH RAP SO (3.9)
Theirs was already a zone of walking stars
That required no baptism by guilty tears
Mixed with the blood from a sacrificial Cross,
Yet it was an Eden about to be lost
Down the mindless maw of the beast of wheels and
Boots + guns + trailers + other prefab
Assumptions about its right to take over
(Over ever the perverter of power)
Whatever ripeness makes it ready to be
Plucked + washed + peeled + swallowed, all its seeds
At the core of its flesh of custom thrown out:
But can’t-be-helped colonisation was not,
Thomasson knew, a notion that was needed
From a leftover paleface, white sheep-keeper
Whose red flock slept sounder than he of black thoughts
(from “Raponani” by Brian Chan, 2023)
FARJOURNEY CARIBBEAN 