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)