DON’T LOOK / WIND UP WINDING / DOWN

       

                
                             \ Under the samaan tree hand wash hands
            wring . time sweats hard; the touch bottomed ministries
            line feeding : glass^wrap dreamsicles on the way Allez
            Allez.

                                     On shifts of temper labour sticks;                        
            breakers point . off shore sheep^wolf interiors split
            stitch
.
                                             These people, honestly steuups
            Dimwattie ! so obvious snakes in the cane Strip the field.

                                                 *

                             Heritage in case kept . about infidelities    
            so many swerved | the more of knees they understood
            the sag^hoist feel to haul; caps have not
 one clue. 
                                                                          Yes, naturally 
            one hyperlocal bamboo | code : shootByplay

                                                  *

                                                  / Harsher than suns familiar,
            our food plants placed at risk . you must be in lizard
            pause not to notice; flick that tongue thing.

                                 Oil to burn in the pan ? still can’t
            tell what stakes brown well . try the champurrado
            if you’re anywhere near their accordion contracts.

        +  Since absolutely! Made in Heaven we trust > way 
            way up there in the billions spent stars host
            Arrival Day . beacon Sorry for the delay.  We should
            probably get going, yes?
                                                            – W.W.

 

                 

               
                                              [ for John + Zul + the 70s ]

 

 

           

               TO A GELDING PROUD TO BRAY LIKE A GILDED MULE

               But gold and pearls and jade sing one another’s song,
               crystal and amber know each other as one gem
               though each knows itself a certain facet of light,
               each allowing the other of itself to be
               itself and its otherness as mirror echoes.
               Yes, I am a poor primitive, and the proud brute
               is you, petty pretender spouting accustomed
               shibboleths of your birth-tribe as Earth’s final gold.

                 ……………………………………

                (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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