GOOD GOOD WITH YOU . LIBI LOBI

     
      
        Straat brokers claim they can repair crash moments,
        stray cells on foreign mission;
wipe Dutch stain
        clean off land ties. For hip^stiff anthems they wouldn’t
        stand; they don’t serve plates of soup.
                                                            Destinies could fade
        or after centuries show up . along canals, shelf clouds
        unattended
; B Plan jungle^backed.

                                                *

        On the road one evening the dashboard track starts
        up . bumps goose flutter on the skin | the car lifts
        off the launch^pad grid, rump drempels.
                                                                   Weightless so
        this non-side choosing disc, its world^body parts
        faceted to fit . other people, heart rate.

                                                * 

        Sranan tong pacts reached with the past ? made
        Of What to last, you ask | + risk missing the turn off
        down unmappable cane paths, cattle nibbling.
                                                             No need to channel
        Rotterdam | Paramaribo
unbranded . the egret^like
        shore solitude, step^pause flights . da da dahdah
        tokens Love^Only accepted, Ok?
                                                               – W.W.


         

       

 

 

 

            THE RIGHT TO COPY
            THE KNOWN AND THE UNKNOWN 

            If you hear a song you know but cannot tell   
            who, by the voice or style, the singing spirit
            serving by stretching the song is, you have yet
            to hear the one song you will hear at your death
            with ears of a bird-man born to migrate
            to tribes whose tongues feed, beyond speech, his own roots
            every time he listens to ‘foreign’ music
            sees a movie beyond colonist gestures,
            bathes in cinema of uncolonised light:
            no tourist ‘local colour’ in his soul’s zones
            of recognitions.

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

                (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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