MILLIPEDE SPEED HUMPING TO BELONG

 

               
           Our road kills pass nowhere close to Happening
           Now flash flood | or shelter
chattel you could hire
          
along with goat ‘n’ children fleeing army
           s
tartover fire . rear ranking so.

           Blood finding out ‘n’ down the mouth What if
           the satisfaction felt right? of a motionless caiman
          
caught the sweep of the City Market clock; hands
          
stopped in culture shock.
                                                       Nothing our Walcott
          
paint tubes couldn’t fix . his billowy sea grape
          
news : Crusoe mending net, fish oil tomorrow
           haul yuh cuirass
.

                            \ Waterfall . river . creek ~ clueless
          
how romance consumes we shadow faith in
          
fashion follow ~ ocean found | native ties
          
like for jaguar, pirate stained teeth left.

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           Seriously, how to shop^keep these shores ? old
           harbour planks, crab crossing crowd; plantation
          
fat pipe need; nakedness with On ‘n’ off leaf.

           Dog heat + dog bowl + poodle pompom only
           in the coin^count chamber | under the troolie
          
folding roof Where's your main breaker?
          
mormon callers ask.
                                                    \ iCard hard, pick
           axe all you want; flesh ‘n’ spirit rent make
          
room for whole coarse graining | Hey, hey
          
wait! nah . breathe the blue . chill drink
           nah.
                                                      – W.W.

                                            

                

          

        

             YUH RAP SO (1.5)

             Not freedom of choice but unfree perverse will,
             Dilys decided, after months of research
            
Into Trauma, is what triggers hell on Earth
            
Or Naraka’s stoic sense that all life is
            
Hell’s hot winter . set, writ, no why, no because,
            
Just an inescapable meaningless trap
            
Like the brand-new university, perhaps,
            
Where she was pursuing Liberal Studies
            
& Antapology (Understanding Us
            
As Others them–ants)

             (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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