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By Jack Joseph Smith

Johnny Connors journey CUNARD LINES Port au Prince Haiti yachat It was on the Caribbean, where fined glass for noon ashore drinks cast out a crystal across the somewhereness of Eloquent European waiters hands. While within the ship the lower deck tucks tightly away its Merchant Englishmen. Look they swing viewed up from their duties and sluming ladies. Round coined silver has turned out dipping and around down on breeze through the air. The silver piece was tossed from the ships balcony riff, by the deathly white blotched lady, who has cancer obviously horrid on the worst of all pancaked faces, and her perfect and favorate skin has bottom drift brought the coin up from just about to the shimmering clear turquoise surface in a firmly native snapped white teeth. This place of past pirate sea. From the Labyrinth and to the Lost, Fact does not accompany the deep, or the gone. And now we were docked in the Haiti, Harbor of Port au Prince.

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Luxury, disease, money, and pirate-water make the Caribbean crossing feel glamorous on the surface but morally corroded underneath.

The page's strongest tension is between brightness and rot. Crystal, turquoise, Eloquent European service, and the tossed silver piece are all surrounded by bodily horror and the strange handwritten 'bottom drift' image. The voyage moves through a sea where fact itself no longer accompanies the living.

Claude

The Haitian harbor is extended into a short prose poem about a cancer-faced woman throwing a silver coin to a native boy who snaps it from the water with white teeth, a meditation on past pirate seas and the lost.