SLACK GATHERS . GIRD THE CHANCE

 

                   
              Maroon prow . path out to set, so tempting to test
              stroke functions nonbinding : peak at cards in hand
              shade; vagina fables . the native stub bridge long suspension.
              Endurance knows the drills. 
                                                                  Booked . hotelling island
              palm rubs best flute glass torsos; aside cell signals . bald
              head wrinkles keep double scotch downing the evidence
              of rivers and  rocks. With custom ties loose into pods
              or pools of our iguanas slip pink hips.

              Eve's faith leaf dangles . maiden night errant bitchery, since                
              nobody’s seriously watching pale flab go beast.
                                                                                     Slim shark

              threat, seems Okay time being to anchor the beach umbrella,
              toughen the wait.

                                                            ~ 

 

                                                                                               A fish
              crow
flying in from the sea reports our egrets nibble high
              price waste . you can’t mind step their hunger.   
                                                                                         As if too
              tired to grieve the surf returns broke ground crates . refrains
              fit for song.
               
              On your
 shoulder dragons in tattoo I know! you’d swap
              for one sound thinking conch.
                                                                          Why not now! you
              keep
wrestling, whose pirogue is that ocean bound ? wake
              to iron rudder . contract tracing.

              Shore cruising ends, sun risers dress again . so please              
              Welcome blue yield curve space . circuitry, for all get
              tested get to fly home.                            Here back weary, 
              Seule : bed access code, the winsomest cabin.

                                                             – W.W.            

 

             

                   


              

 

               QAT 

                L'ennui c’est qu’elle aime son travail, being good
              At it, and people White and Black let her get away
                With murder
since she’s so hotly good-looking,

                Fashion-beauty an all-seasons pass, sometimes,
                Into the blackest anti-blacksnowdrop heart.

                Even those women who are jealous of Qat
                Of her influence on their husbands and sons,
                Can’t quite help warming to her for her open
              What-I-offer-is-what-you-need style of handling them
                And their problems of adjustment by money,
                And other things only women talk about

  
                  (from “Charon’s Anchors” 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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