“…the ultimate moment to leap… to abandon
a grotesque imitation of life for… the innocence
of a phantasm of pollen.”
– Wilson Harris, The Whole Armour (1962)
First scrape with death tagged . so near
miss invites a halo round . the date
no one plays bass . for such is our relief.
\ Dense forest helps you find your center
anchor birds chirp This way ! our shaman
counsels Not your time with wolves | good
place to hide from roam chargers.
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While clocks toss streamers at his office
shadows mark pawn moves his back lines
bank . files to vault sliding.
\ Mile post 69 . moistures North South warming
kite hands tremble like at Easter, frame
to wind | last lick rapid like @Our Kaie^
Falls . paddles stop repeating.
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G’way, my bumper fine so ~ from country
cart man just assume ~ fair skin, hips honor
rose rolled tight ~ Wheels up, so this house^
husband climbs | the give^take sway.
\ First song, first penetration, grade report; first
Gun! wound Win, exclusion > the algorithm
how it stitches, bills ! instills, hands out balloons
Arrgh.
–
[ In mem: Chuck Mangione . 1940 – 2024 . Gave All He Got ]
YUH RAP SO (5.3)
Was this really the club Dilys had needed
To join? or was she as stray-doggy to God
As she suspected the other nuns thought her?
Yes, God fulfilled all his creatures, but never
Enough, since His mind her mind could never be
Satisfied – as that Emperor-of-Ice-Cream
Wall-ace Whatsisname had warned her in a book
Small + pale like a slice of escapist cake –
Not quite Light Reading like those pure love-stories
Which Mother Joseph didn’t find out-of-place
In her rectored coven hallowing Mary
Magdalene loved by Jesus in his pure way.
(from “Raponani”, by Brian Chan, 2023)
FARJOURNEY CARIBBEAN 