For Sleep . Curl Bells Counting Sheep

04/23/2026

“Between the wind, between the pain of wind,
between the gap of footprints and the coin,
the trembling nerve…”

– Martin Carter, Returning (1953)

When heritage hands lift off the rolling
pin, their matter folded thin, fingers mix^
signal We want what other people have | kartals
keep clapping Do not pass urine on this tree.

* They ransacked the living room and bedroom
before attempting to start the victim’s car…

At rumour tables chatter in good faith live^
feed @our intestines | extraction beats
repair never mind how back vent^like the tooth
gap look.

* They fled toward Ascension Road
and escaped through a drain. The victim
followed and recovered the stolen tablet
from the drain...

Tilted by time buyer lines . heart @register
Now 31 . Syceil scans prime shelves for sheet^
mate room | fix yuh wings, gyurl ! your turn ‘n’ Enter
key form soon boom.

* Police conducted searches of the area but
were unable…

Preacher swear our son wouldn’t grow father^
child like; swear ‘im will wave I Gone! washed
like lamb of blood | we’ll smile, die happy
after severed here.

  • W.W.
[[ Interlude: Riba Un Mahinta – Röel Calister ]

YUH RAP SO (7.0)

Its blinkered indiscriminate walking wait
for what only the lords and imps of Fate know –
can tell but don’t – won’t because that would spoil their
fun as well as yours with all its challenging
obstacles and detours and ankle-twisting
limping lessons in how to whimper and sigh

whimpers and sighs are what it all boils down to
like a slowly simmered sauce first whipped up fast
even if just before there is or – to judge
by the crack in your head – there was a loud bang
but remember your lungs emptying their air
and pouring it into oh no! and ah well!

(from Limboa, a sentimental album
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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