"I have never seen the beast," Cristo
confessed miserably.
“You ever see you mother with a man?” Magda
spoke viciously.”
– Wilson Harris, The Whole Armour (1962)
Not in villages with roadside groomers, manatee
moods | class masters @lectern lights have no idea;
charade & Co How yuh toss ‘n’ turnin’! ship tight
dildothas slidin’.
Not island chest pride^puffed with pigeon peas
+ turdles splat! in state show window | hunger
game? drain the river, grab ‘n’ bake fish jumping
so.
Not the soldier on old battle fields . sees a farm
girl from the truck rushing his company
to the front | in Death valley ‘im blood teeth Caw!
‘im double back; plucky, grim sign reaper.
+
For funeral events for whispers friends for arms
in silent clutch . church bell, briefly their sorrow
ours.
+
Our tower glass cleaners making sure from room
to foyer to car top open over miles of old sea
wall . not one dam shoe mud tracking | carpet
retro fit for princes.
\ August entry
ocean splash not verified; September platform
narrow so. Watch, nah! ripples mark.
Pan season
here, hems to hoist^up stars far flare | bon nuit
pitit mwen! blouse unbutton nipples steuups,
down link bed sag always so.
– W.W.
YUH RAP SO (4.2)
The projection + reception of signals
Of spoken words broken into digital
Information-shards of an invisible
& incurable virus of sheer babble
Linking a detached pair of ego-bubbles
Rainbowing their pasts through an uncalled-for call:
– Oh hi there, C, Dilys had answered her cell
As though there was no distance or time at all
Between them as bright young things + dull old fools
& as though she + he had been bedfellows
Of any kind down in the Mission:
She’d never liked C, that black son of the gun,
As she once spitefully labelled his person
(from “Raponani”, by Brian Chan, 2023)
FARJOURNEY CARIBBEAN 