For Vanity Like Pork . 1000 Cuts

12/23/2025

To brace, enduring like our great grandparents
is no saved feat; their arms reaching out (for sunrise
no paint brush) folded the recreation of yard life^
stock + cicada all nighters.

Breast or leg preference came later;
how long, they wondered + the labour
how much it took to raise those UK castle
stones . lay pay OK?

……………………….

The seawall blocked us from the shower
stall . its head serve firmer than hands ‘n’
bucket, birds ‘n’ bush. Another reason
streamers fancied Independence so.

Until you learn to find ‘n’ bless the heart
flesh pounder respect its mystery | chest
bare you not supposed to wheel ‘n’ seek. Ah,
now you see . so we lick tempers stay.

…………………

New habitats keep rising, sans roof galvanize,
calls close on high ways for dark horses. Fastest  
growing egg plants this side of earth warming
scrap shells heap.

Still the game for pump ‘n’ rigs the ocean
belly blues confirm . only sky divers know
where our dorados lay deep waiting. Ah,
now you see . on coast watch we there ovulating.

  • W.W.



[ Etienne Charles – Rose ]

YUH RAP SO (6.2)

In The Bush that didn’t give a shite how slight
Or high its tenants + tourists rated its
Seasonless simplicity rapt + apart
From people’s perverse pride in the harsh hairshirts
Of straining ambition + competition
& measuring towards any fruition
In the hothouse + circus of artifice
Whose noise was nada beside the silent voice
Of the stolid trees ignorant of all names:

how bloody creepily mere clearings become
paths, thought Thomasson about to break his pause
& keep walking forward over gold-shadows

   (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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