NO COIN FLIP FOR THE OTHER SIDE

   

                                                                             

                                                 "….giving testimony, fighting against the nothingness 
                                              that will sweep us away."
             
                                                                           Julio Cortázar, "Hopscotch"

                                
                     Sorry, mate! I can't unveil the source. Contrary to what
                     you've heard
  ̶  cloud lawn reunions, screenings of world
                     
history, last dust galaxy swirls  ̶  there's just this aqueduct

                        to all and nothing : a deed chalked gate _ boneless             
                        sluicing _ then, breathless, light white wait.

                     An activated slit issues the 24 hour pass : terms of agreement?
                     you may return
 ̶  one loop, one day  ̶  through any portal
                     in the world : the
old workplace, a war zone rubble fled : 
                     camp ward yard fall crash site opening back.

                     Free again! yes, look around . tidy up unfinished threads; see
                     how those stubborn DNA worms have turned; how the kids
                     are doing; your tormentors! Your will undone on earth. 

                                                 Ask, Who the new feint champs? if faster
                     fasts exist . inspect new miniature devices, our heat melt
                     sink swim lists.
                                     Peel figments from brain child to clan you failed
                    
 or fondled then no more : biosphere complete.

                                                                                   No, no  ̶  I can't             
                     reveal my sources . No, I won't give away the ending.

                                                           Fine! go ahead : invest in real        
                    time shares . yeah, yeah : bond blues stock memory 
                    
loss  >  earth . earth :

                                                                 – W.W.

 

                               

                           

                           

 

 

                                        

                            DEATH

                            A shell cracked A yolk sucked              
                            about the yolk out of the shell
                           
that cannot spill that was always cracked
                           
yet spreads and clings always leaking

                            The frozen memory The melting memory
                           
of a melting dream of a frozen dream
                           
                           
The blinking memory The staring memory
                           
of a dream without eyelids of a blurring dream

                            The rock mask The shifting mask
                            of a shifting cloud of a stony cloud

                            The fallacy The triumph
                            
of flesh of butterflies and roses.

                            The slack Sleep's po-faced
                            
irony of sleep concentration.

                            Justice without Reading
                            
judgment without text   

                            The ceremony The mirror
                            
of indifference of nothing, and more. 

               
                     
(from "Scratches On The Air" by Brian Chan)

 

 

 

 

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Author: FarJourney Caribbean

Born in Guyana : Wyck Williams writes poetry and fiction. He lives in New York City. The poet Brian Chan lives in Alberta, Canada.

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