SKELETONS IN THE BACKPACK

              

                
          Waiting for word ‘n’ wind to change . the continuum
         / chest fears up, level 20s / cowrites morbidities.                                                                                            
               The down cast must weigh a ton but who minds
          back stories . blood thick, game able enough to get
          hers/yours off . past squeezy trigger specialists. 
                                                         
                      With no one yelling Stop! conduct
          a search for sand dispersed scorpions, perform
          ablutions | switch new pronouns trip on stage lip
          high end slit . regroom.

                               If there’s worry ghosts might show    
          at your banquet table . fair^foul wares, too craven!
          signal the cookers of virtue on charcoal | plot
         
fork ‘n’ knives clean . slice through.

                                                  *

          Masks draw lines . shots spook rights | Arrgh!
                                                                           In earth        
          warm suits pole stars drop by, offering cough
          cross nail protection . newspaper props.

                                                        Ahead forgers open 
          channels more than at any fault in memory / snatched
          orphans coin polishing some place / which for first
          worms should merit millipedal leap honors.

                                 To family, friends . tail baiting lovers         
          sworn to love that fasts, say little | metrics run on
          what Pact Sealed cells sent here hold.

                    Meantime the ocean saltier than it looks says
          It’s Okay . unsubscribe, walk | imagine your surprise.
                     
                                                                   - W.W.

 

             

           

 

               

           LESSING

          *PRETENTIOUS Georgetowners often called Lessing
          ‘Pretensive’, and he was a precious nuisance,
           Not least to himself, having already grown
         Fed up of hearing his own voice spewing rubbish –
           Which wasn’t garbage because it was all lies
           But because it was convictions become bored
           With themselves for their very self-addiction

             (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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