ALL WE CAN . BEFORE SLEEP BEEPS

               
   

            First time buyer, divert ! the link with saviors
            claiming Estate reSurrect ensured; the forest pact
            with Tractors, clause for Trunk snap proceeds.
                                                                          Tree canopy
            removed Come, come! au Ciel log in . earn from Him
            clear.

            Sump pipes on islands sidetrip bad flow energy.
            School over Gang up . In the Castle of your Sins
            f
ind Love | iCloud sent.

            The sound of fries fat sizzling ~ not the baker
            of wedding cake ~ tips lips off.
                                                               After the funeral
           
going through her husband’s things What’s this
           
a condom doing? in his office boot | mourning
            stopped.    

                                                *    

            Nor those who stop For Patria at nothing . Turn
            run the other way ! they hacked the necks off
           
neighbors singing | blood bond^like stand ground
            pressures . zinc roofs mon Dieu rip away.

            Blades falling off old windmills ! unheard of
            here, they’d swear like Dutch glaze makers; 
           
daughters dimpled with devotion, womb space
           
saved . For new Vermeers.

                                                             – W.W.

 

         

       

          

 

           YUH RAP SO (1.6)

           The Cons -fessional + -quistador were twins,
           One a version of the Inquisition’s stink,
          
The other an embodiment of the gene
          
Of colonising fascism, power gone
           Sour but feeling sweet as power over
          
An invented Other: the bad half-brother;
          
The unfuckable sister or fucking bitch
          
To be locked to her cage of your moral rage;
          
Your neighbour whose garden has outgrown the fence
          
That keeps you good neighbours; your own innocence
          
Perverting itself into wars of jealous spite.

               (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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