STILL MASKING . SEARCH THE EYE

             
         Bound to be floaters warning all . at any ephemeral
         port Mode Safe !
years after the corona confirm > start
         cough release course strings.
                                                                  Just saying
         no, well, mouse or mat one can only hope | pursued
         caught taken . over by old age Aarrh!

         Scrub^worn the face that's part child^nation raising;
         some hands won’t clasp in home pure play, désolé
         cher
 Papa passed; dredge boom hard to deceive.

         That amber skirt alert ! long as it’s sourcing money 
         beehive cell workers stay on cue . you wax
         the moon
 Hey, look at me!

                                             +

         \  Morning tongue swab . after the peacock spread
         even hanging plants gag in disbelief ! for now
         recall how
patch^eye riders drive scar issues
         into corbeaux plan.

               Still, why fault if distant partners stay ? take
         twitchy^pigeon shots at trust again | firm stand
         with rum ‘n’ horn at war, faux^self addiction.

                  \ Carrion in tubes ‘n’ seaweed tangled, nose
         run from cat fish^head accounts who won’t choke
         back for buried gold suck up ? latch on the Soucouyant
         sar’silky line Good evening, handsome.

                                                                           - W.W.

                                        

       

          

                        

 

           ALL THE WAY                

                  A man sometimes goes out and sometimes stays home. 
           Sometimes the mind speaks, most times the mouth stays shut,
           trying not to scar with false feelings the soul
           which ain’t a Hollywood-gestural product.
           The Way’s nobleness is not a thing but is
           revealed by our letting the Way reveal us
           like the Moon emerging from the Earth’s shadow.

           ……………………………………………

            (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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