FINE LINE . DRIFT FOCUS SLIGHTLY OFF

 

                                                                               
                                                           "…the necessity to descend into hell in naked
                                                                  dress if one were to preserve heaven
."
                                                                  – Wilson Harris,
 Companions of the Day
                                                                                             and Night

          
              Blue enamel dome . over run down pedals pound till
              wheels on rims send memos : tricks stirring in the home
              port bricks ! brain weed sargassum^like could back
             
up.
                                                    Flailing,
whose arms
              revive . saved by Mandarin ? markers like breast
              splash strokes in sea roped lanes | See?   high there
              off the wall consumer piping . braid^frighten so.

                                                            Free ways to feel
              providentially happy in any climate depend : breath
              short cut; how sucked in personation chests swell
              separate equal | brokers having fun with pawns.

                                                 +

              Up on planets new salt^spitting Arawaks show
              sign in : reStart rung Here | feathers ponder
              where to stall with grace . a bowl of soup J'ouvert;
              Hey!  roll before the po-po last^straw poking.

                    Risk transfer . @Myriam or Marie, ovenablers 
              gloved to settle Ibis^heart rate, cache ocean
              trace; jazz^like inventing therms.
           
                       
   Le désir à l’alliance leans in . spontanéité
              ship tight; gaze reset rites | come morning, one
              two land lines usually illumine themselves ~ Go
              for J. Desvarieux + vodoun perplexity.

                                                                       – W.W.

 

             

 

           BUD MOLSON'S WHITE DUNCE CAP


           Mountains are
unmoved by whirlwinds, boulders by torrents,
           but both mountain and boulder await their next earthquake,
           And when your car lands in a ditch, Molson pulls you out,

           but when his mind’s proudest of its rut, he fucks you off, 
           and, if you ask him, we should line up all the homos
           and other rapists, all the murderers thieves and crooks
           (except hisBoys in the Senate) and shoot ‘em to hell

           where they belong, Jesus, it’s a neverending job,
           even where we live, the Best of All Possible Worlds,
           God's country

           …………………………………………………

              (from “Readiness” by Brian Chan, 2013)

               

 

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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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