DOCK SLOWLY . PAY PLAY WHARF NEAR

                 


             Sign post at the Hub : ‘Deliver or Perish’ won't
             refine Estate bred
steuups; nor guide the child asleep
             fast in the basket on his mother’s arm.

             Nights when pillows pain! pain! dampen 
             plantain wielders sneak to breach | into noodle^
             slurping brutes  <  Crank! safe we want Boom!
             holes you take; fence repaired.

                                               +

            Buddha statues work harder than city tower^
            screen panels, Be advised ! still active wallaba
            totems steer you clear; don’t scowl rub blink.

           ‘Im show up at our door, old Miguel Street^
            like pardner; promise to install a Tech stream
            version of time flies : Press here; and here.
            And there you flow, see?

                                              + 

            Reema raised shy in heritage pen < Please pray 
            stay wipe my brow, her mother’s end > arc
            Angel waive the hair braid test | 321 Alarms 
            go off
who vex so vex.

            As climate spumes our Kaya fumes My life 
            bit bites this I must bear ? gully^ bending^ purse^
            flood watch | eligible navels bathe ‘n’ sun;
            that beacon on the sea ! her sanatorium.

                                                                     – W.W.

 

         

         
               [ In mem: Sly Stone . 1943 – 2025 . ThankYouFalettin ]

 

              YUH RAP SO (5.2)

              Moksha had essayed a satire about her
              Culture of ducks, cows and horsemen in T-shirts
              Word-pushing stuff nobody ever heard of,
              & Teacher Judd, by then his pupil’s lover,
              Had been properly horrified that the gyirl
              Was blind to her best of all possible worlds
              Whose people were simply different from those ants
              With their busy nests + petty hills he had
              Outgrown in the capital of God’s country
             (As though He had only one) with its bounty
              Left over from Sun-blind pirates’ Dorado

             (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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