CHANCES WHISK . INSIDE YOU WORLDING

 

                                

            We used to bend over vegetable rows, cow custom
            software ankle deep
we ‘treprenured our own growth
            c
urd | Estate cane course done . thrift bag knot
            like grinders run
.

                                     \ Toil wages bare foot sore we like
            the sound of ‘cut the check’; habitats with numbers
           (names brand the soil)
+ (new) our caribou hosting
            range.           

            The gap > caught behind win^starving Try some
            thing any thing
! belly fat overwatching . pump
            well years to come.

                                            *

            Bear as ocean cross boards creak . sway separate
            side from side | as mañanas grind on wait chair
           
curvatures, heart strain holders forge night
            sums that hum like truth.

                                                   /  For islanders high
            Howyuhdo?  trust in futures cost; belonging lines
           
outdated fingers spider^like reroute.
            

                                              / Arrgh! coming t’reel
            by you ovadeh, Vijinie . mermaid of iStream, how
           
yuh spooling ? what work part time you mean.

                                                                     – W.W.

 

                      

              

              

               

                 YUH RAP SO (0.4)

                ………………………….
                                                       ………………………
                       
                Women's genes, Ladd once instructed Thomasson,
                Leaned towards settling down in city-cultures
               
As hotbeds for a matriarchal future
               
Whose pyramids would be built by nice-guy slaves
               
For whom today’s pussy-whipped bourgeois male gives
               
Up his masculinity as ripe manure
                A
notion so paranoid, the priest would swear,
               
Only a matricide or patricide could
               
Concoct it

                 (from “Raponani” by Brian Chan, 2023)

 

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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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