PRINT HEAD POINTERS

              
         Penny fed our meters park . you need a place
         resluicing hoe slash sugaries?  mate click . emdash
         for our explanting hub . load gnarly down . have
         with us what little. 

         Our service case shows pride tagged out of line
         path sweet tooth filings : we bare embed tea terrace
         cheer . type set free unleashing  >  our jack jill
         hill help agency.  

         Plight interests : see this wound . stitch threaded
         red?  that dream cage client flightiness?  we'll take
         prefect ~ send us your mired ~ brush fair glow high
         house not English windowed. 

         For you we'll fight off john crow inc ~ "Cric?
          Crac!" upon our rock : what will your words in
            bound spell next.

            Toil repotting over here our garden handles : our
              way of seeming . like you . cane fusion cool.

              Your islands <  > our union . lamp lighted we
                play and hip ~ every now every then very much
                 ~ pim pim Pimpim hooray.

                                                         – W.W.


              
   

                

              

         

   

             
         BLACK COFFEE IN A WHITE CAFE

         In this bright day full
            of emptiness, all words fall
         like screaming birds shot
         by hungerless men. 

         Through that rain of corpses,
             I see you at the open door about
         to cross the rug bridging
         your dream and mine. Two dreams 

         are always crossing and some-
             times their authors know how not to let
         the chance of a third, even
         as it appears, fade. But white

         fences are no less effective
             for being almost erased by the sun,
         for the more children play behind
         them, the tighter their
                                           gates stay shut.

          (from "The Gift Of Screws" 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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