ALL WAYS . NOW ADRIFT WITHOUT YOU

                                                        
                                                           
                                                      "Sandra, where are you tonight
                                                I wonder."
 - Mighty Sparrow (1967)

                  
              Not sure which pet
to feed in your portfolio,
              rhino . sloth . tapir?  Feathers on validation edge
              grab any floating cap whenever the pluck they can.

              Back garden tender Aunt Fae found half^
              naked; them chop down the bush where the suspect
              disappear | Lagahoo seen, dancehall tracks
              light up ! lady leg wax hours here, yeah.


                                                  + 

              Empire left mangrove^like bench markers so
              rules slide; bulb pumps checkin’ mas’ man’ woman
              dangle | bead^hair straight back to colony run^
              test
.

                At blinds of faith Blue Boy firing devil rhyme
              near ash pits round the world hips heave so What
              yuh wearing Wednesday ? taking knee how.

                                                  +

              From trap indoors side exit ? not too obvious
              out source found
heritage chefs exact the purest
              flesh per pound; on cutting boards prep^gather
              coupling cubes. 

              Graves of island heroes watch cows linger
              pass; weeds nibble . sleep . detest the heat | cane
              stock not worth the climb, exhale while Likes
              to crystals grind . Ours, Vijinie xx.
                                                                   – W.W.

             

                    

             

 

 

               YUH RAP SO (5.0)

               Till The Real Thing Comes Along was their anthem,
               Their post-coital theme-song
as it fast became,
               Lady Day shrugging her wailing heart away
               Through Amanda’s turntable ever turned on:
               They’d stare at her ceiling, both wondering when
              (Everything become an egg about to hatch
               Or at worst a bomb about to burst) + what
              (After giving in, showing up, getting off
               Lying back + lighting up a floppy spliff, 
               They could think of nothing to say) + how come?
               (Two sphinxes become their own one conundrum)

                (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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