The Poetry Corner

Carnival And Lent

By Paul Cameron Brown

Jungle, the cave human reservoir & cistern ... . quagmire and bog, but no alpine meadow, fairest glance of goodness in soiled wildflower under winter snows. Pebbles into a cesspool, our sometime passions alive in the outback where honey-fuelled ants soothe enemy bones. My blood, tempest-whipped, ardour drawn to the surface fathom marks the depths sees a spectacle on the roads queues/Carnival & Lent, unbridled raw and raging. Jesus would have nails. Poison darts, liana and mangrove sounds with footsteps in the distance the blow-gun or bolo knife attache case / cellular phone ... "I'll kick your teeth down your throat, professionally speaking." Nine to five fecal beings perform the toilet-bowl flush. Tsetse fly with design - sapient, sand paper rough along the edge, dry rot to the core. Plague rats cluster in a feeding frenzy sampling tidbits. Swirl of the bull fight, colour and scope, only its a supermarket, freeway. Wide angle, wild angel, Umbrage of the uppercut. Tough-mindedness, singleness of purpose, the glacial speed of fairness along the sorted, sordid circles of Spitsbergen. Our species' jailbait reason firing up the flashlight in the dark for a circumspect peek in the woods sleeping. Tell me your adventures in living. Another hour spent strangling a reindeer on the taiga, boreally-speaking.