HEN PECK COCK TURN CROW

  
          
            Fields planted up, out drained . work hands cup
            coin^like coordinates for paradise landings; breast
            vows that won't till^death main stay | Wait, who
            install you on my phone ? Jah Blesse, battery
            low . life fat consigning.
                                                         Corrugated
for roof
            drip basin catch . till the next foetus kick pain
            bearers could erect^must block | thigh wary, swat
            aside blood wigglers underbiting.

                          / Or trade closet walls for an aircraft 
            hangar  file glider paths heron^like in space;
            give up the forest address, web spider wait for fire
            fanning mate. 
 

                                                ^

                    \ On second thought we hired Graciela, a start 
           over migrant . serve hostage from los polvos days
           bra ‘n’ panty parceling.
                                                Paid to polish shoes, our
           feet now shod; sweep around the sand pile fortress
           plan . pass^fail tempers warming with the years;
           the gods we pay ! topology of dice sustaining.

           Stuck in lymbostasis rules in extremis swing;
           our searchers strike . shovel^like validating trust
           in mortem metallum.
                                             Hair lines cross thread,
           beard head coverage end | bend tekking Happy
           now? so rivers flow; neighbours watching.

                                                                        -W.W.

 

 

           
              
                                 [ In mem.  Fernando Botero . 1932 – 2023 ]    

           BUD MOLSON'S WHITE DUNCE CAP

 

           But feathers facing winds of prairies or peaks are soon 
           blown off, as pebbles (or Injuns) in (poisoned) downstreams
           are washed away.   Molson’s majority of cowards,
           of beaten and beating-up buddies and dogs and guns,

           can erase you in any back-alley of your choice,
           not so much for your look but your voice, the sounds you make
           which slot you fast as one more Klaatu from outer space,
           an uncalled-for nuisance to that final product, life

           ………………………………….
                                                           ………………………….

                  (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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