BAND PASS . TIME CAN DO THE LEAST

                       

           
        Especially if stock folds short . for long it can't
        remain devalued | after the first Behold! bare
        wanting whispers whip around about tire rotation.
                                                                   See why even
        bell ringers consider rope extensions ? at 9.99 no
        swing miss.
                                         

        For all the rotten luck The best I could! why curse
        the Maker?  If it’s any consolation look at the baby . all
        forgiven
once those eyes look back.

                                             *

           "Two years fighting the City Council to keep the stray  
               animals he provided a sanctuary for, Ahmad remembered
               traversing the streets at ‘ungodly hours’ picking up animals
               in his van; feeding those he could not accommodate… He
               would also remove and bury the remains of carcasses left
               on the highway…  After he was hijacked and his vehicle
               stolen, he stopped his practice.”  

                                                                   ~ Trinidad Guardian, 2001   
          Check for updates, roam fresh charges.

                                             *  

          Done . with Miguel St. poor sighs ‘n’ style . valleys
          wider so What happening here?   Bhachu car knocking
          people left^right under; Leela, Laura leavening down  
          at the lowest tide they’d fake delight, bend at fires
          sea deep.

          Days . when troubled head repair hands knew
          what cloths wrapped well | not far from yard child
          mothers vacuum . cycles shadow promise room
          full ease; perfect wonder what it is, you understand.

                                                            – W.W.

           

             

         

 

            YOUR THING-SILENCE

            And the least scrawny things about you
            your Chinee calves, but they weren’t half as big
            as your brother’s bigger than your father’s.
            Maybe your father wasn’t his father.
            Your father’s nose was big too, not as straight
            as your mother’s, and she was far ‘fairer’
            than her Chinee man brown like tea without
            enough milk: he didn’t ‘draw good’:  born so!

            The Buddha had thirty-odd large tattoos
            and eighty minor marks: he was different.
            But everyone in your world had been made
            the same oddity, each a different shape

             ……………………………………

            (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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