GRASS HIGH . STILL PISSING ON TREES

         
      
            One rain event lasting half a day can wash
            away that village of beginnings |
only rodents ignore
            the treachery of ground^shift toppled trees . trunk
            pointers exposed, undressable.

            One island plan : fish loaf^like feed them globe 
            destiny ‘n’ fear; + trust in the ocean’s vast receivership,
            currents rigged to snag . bag pack^flight testers.

                     \ Old dog you ! at your age shag^grooming
            lambs . handling charge back handed.                   

            Paddy drying servers wait . worlds apart, menu 
            cards for thinkers at linen tables leaving tips
            for passage ways they really liked : those stainless
            rice bowl bearers; cherry pick dessert.

                                                ^

            Top obstinate, fail camouflage; bed come ‘n’ go
            fedupness | them^us inside chest barrels churn
            tumor causing . clusters nest or nation.

                   \ Alright, alright . we'll sort this planet next
            time surface
checking.
                                   We have other stops to make, pings
            from natures forming . friends you hope to see
            again
 . Earth warning; work. 
                                                                            – W.W.

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              CRABWAYS

             Straightforward in action and speech, you reject
                   my crablike approach of analogies
                                             as a cartload of jade fragments
                               that cannot be considered real gems.

             But not even yer literalist redneck
                   is as direct as he thinks:  even he
                                        has metaphor-dogs barking through
                              his tight-lipped pretensions:  the complaints

             of the Blues of wailing singers and guitars.
                   In Rocky’s Blues Bar in Red Deer one night,
                                        a drunk boy bothered to tell me
                             ‘This place is a cage of crocodiles.’

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                   (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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