Evening moist bites on dry bed lips testing the initials
of youth dew kiss still cling sharper than the first search party
mapping curve mound signs; or spring tide swell moon up
on the sea wall ̶ permit at last to storm.
On air brushed island bicycles, cow amble and cart
in our path, we lost ourselves in Walcott-like land tie dyes;
prince and princess, never more crowned, cool valleys
like Marley's, never more owned. Valve insert keys golden,
our kingdom full come.
The morning you disclosed your ovaries contained no eggs
designed to child; straight backed away ̶ your ten o'clock intern
ship call [On the Rayuela Périphérique: * Even if Heaven is
close by, all life in front of one.*]
Did you know then who you'd
become? your hands scrubbed in would people house wife smiles?
I'll go happy parts of us clasped to my chest rare coins on eye
blinds open (nose holding casket scents).
I'll clutch these strips, not yet expired, like magnets on
the chance there's the same swipe system for the paradise side:
a rainbow One source blues stop @ "Bird & Miles" ̶ a pint round
about midnight for Julio ̶ as hip hop tattoos sneak a peek.
Ripe plum pluck and good luck! risks of innocence distinguishing;
Fellini's FIN.
< Yo, corbeau! head red
that garden lizard's fire fly snaps, the tree climb pause to pose,
Eh-eh, what became of,
– W.W.
̴ Ça va Julio Cortázar (1914 – 1984) ̴
COCTEAU
I:
My taste for moment-to-moment death yeasts
the liquor of life that waters the taste.
This tongue is ghosted by my brandy's ice-
dry vapour drifting in and out of being.
II:
Now I am a stone in a running river,
split by the sun into a thousand moons;
now the river drained to a widow's bed,
a tongue of sand clogged with a million stars.
III:
My house is all windows of seamless glass
with soldiers drifting by them, like stray clouds.
On its walls, I'm a shadow with ten eyes
whose target is any, whose aim is all.
IV:
From branch to branch of this flowering tree
I hop, a bird who has traded his wings
for a hundred songs from as many beaks:
fickle to each branch, faithful to one tree.
(from "Scratches On The Air" by Brian Chan)
FARJOURNEY CARIBBEAN 