…a ONE TWO THREE . PAWN FOUR

 

             
         Pricks for future pins / base to dome opening / that burst
         through space blue, orbit; otherwise / e4 press Start
         probing / what's the point ? rice field ankles whole
         hog grind, canal role to find.
                                                                      There's theory,
         though, to crab pause . inching. 

             *On our island inflatable rafts push night long off 
         memory bays; on stilts mud tracking days remain bare
         face like ‘culpas’ en confessionnal booth occasion.

                  Playing for pay makers chair on edge coin
         moves bite
sizing; hammocks stretch like for bodies
         after a heresy hunt ? crimson blade curve Don’t ..please,
         No, no! back with prayers, no head block.

                       Ocean under pipes empiring hoist up crude         
         skirts flare, funnel d8 line on hold | elsewhere palm
         tree top leaves curl . snap at shirtless men rod casting
         off the seawall.
                                                            *
In hover still ? test
         ride this arcing wave : hips d’jeune in sound form board
         rank break; laugh at something funny.   
                                                        Dios mío ! birth place
         
shift key notes not Entered.

         Patria clock watchers check their long day ‘licks, sunset   
         passion way ahead of itself; focus nowhere near finger
         tip over | moon gate to mate.
                                                                    – W.W.

 

         

             

 

 

              QAT

 

          The System has no meaning for Qat, except
          As a
 kind of raw floor that needs to be kept
          Well-swept so that anyone can walk without
        Hindrance liberté, oui? : l’attitude de latitude
          With no echoes of ‘mock’ to democracy,
          Jane and Peter looking out for Jack and Jill,
          Before they climb their hill, to prevent their fall.

        (As such, Black Qat is as White as was required.)
 

          (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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