UP OFF CLICKS BACK . ON YOU

 

          
          Like roads not taken / legend points, they cross
               
          somewhere / it pays first to download a bush
          route foot print; wire it around the skull | futures
          like luggage lost need tree^mark time huts,
          nearby light streaming.

               * The son notes how . grand Pa^Ma act   
          least surprised each day unspools | come night
          the dog star walk, cat fur finger^fondling. 

          Control ! what hand toys mean to the boy, 
          screen^death delight unblinking | his wheel
          thumb^steer age leaves us . breadth to whisk
          broom the text shelf; French-style flip Nothing
          to be done flat bottom miracles.

               * Pre-Online models favored siestas, ties
          slack on blood or dye | startled ~ sea shore
          with rocks defending ~ they caught reflective will
          this island^world chain link spell end ? wrong
          way signs.
                           Sky not all clear couldn’t stop . jokes
          about
the valley of the shadow : what are the odds
          chipping, yay.

                                                           - W.W.

         

           

               

         

 

 

            QAT


            Qat's sensation
 du louche continues, her sense
            That Madame’s talk is acting like a magnet
            Drawing up, from both their stomachs, iron-nuts

            Which have been fed to them as digestible
            But are really meant to be screwed onto bolts
            Replacing nails for firmer crucifixions.
          Qat’s main mode of survival lies in asking questions,
            Bald safe questions about that you, about
            Those people before her at any moment,
            Dissolving her own history into theirs.

             (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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