After the feast so much depends on no one noticing till you reach
Canada. You could be "sent on leave" if you get caught. But listen,
ask for Chouki; he's mih friend; tell him I send you.
Prime time consummation : the bridegroom in beads plays the theme
for love there after : complaining he tired sitting and smiling all
afternoon : So hurry up, nah : seedlings seething.
We don't skin crêpe like Americans. Our Indians didn't hunt buffalo.
I know is you, this driver smiled, as Clint Eastwood walked away
from his maxi taxi (the horn does honk La Cucaracha).
Out of sadness out of words hand wrings touch your arm. Our victims
prefer the sponge. Heart don't swim in numbers, don't speak Statistics.
The Book of Revelation sheathes my sword and everybody's business.
This child we call Nation, considering the licks he get from parents
poor, growing up sullen and own way : a crocodile on the bank, field
gold in John Crow circles, he breathes in sea particles. Tewé Vaval,
his call.
You dry log years in office, shifty for highness . Grade I. Then one
day : braps! : bad feelings. That pasture holding strain . set 'o crab
hard in yuh grass, roots man . more than you know.
This English explorer would move a finger up the thighs of his
Amerindian help mate. There are subtle differences . fate lines,
he felt certain. In his published findings not a snitch.
Pertaining to plantain shares, consumer confidence remains high. Plus
as you may recall : some women practiced meditation picking bad
rice from enamel bowls back in the day; hind most mind full
on haunch, it cured essential tremors.
– W.W.
THERE'S A THREE-LEGGED DOG
keeping pace with his brisk unsentimental mistress
who leads him across
pulsing veins of impatience we call city-traffic
and makes him climb stairs.
All this he does with a graceful lack of fuss: nothing
to do but balance
from the centre of his lack of symmetry, the line
quivering between
his eye and the ground his second fourth and first fifth leg.
(from "The Gift Of Screws" by Brian Chan)