LIMBOA (0.3)

               
           No less international the scribbler – done 
           with proffering me^masks – looks back down to his
           busyness of masking himself against tides
           of erosion by small talk or his being
           no longer tactile though his shoulders are hunched
           as if to re-stretch the fitting of his flesh
           over their bones still bearing too much weight – that
           of the world and of worrying about it – 
           that club which – even after he has refused
           to renew his membership of it – he means
           to keep as part of his bothering-business
           of trying and failing to unclock the club
           from time’s insecurities of measurements
           and labels – glasshouses and cages

                (from “Limboa”, a sentimental anthem
                           by Brian Chan, 2023)