Away . So Him^Her Giveth Taketh

06/03/2026

“This wrinkle,” the Idiot said as if he addressed
both sun and surf, “why this? Why a wrinkle?
Christ had no wrinkles.”
– Wilson Harris, Companions of the Day
And Night (1975)

Pillow napping between Oportunita’s legs
like the prow of an old Viking ship waiting
strait clearance | What is that noise? space
travellers hover^ask ~ that bum bum didi
bidi ~ what kiskadee?

Body parts unbuttoned . poked . betrayed
find comfort in lottery numbers | sigh
as players check their shuttle ticket > up
back among embers of wonder in millions
random.
………………

Faith rolling blind? made to home stay^
build on top quick sand | confession
won’t help good^bad microbe change in gut
lining.

Shaman at work? @pens that signal virtue
sheep lump ‘n’ hump / performers can^
soup like wet nurse earn / Admin whip^
love marks? well at least yuh not bleeding.
………………

So little sea change since flags of choice
poled on our island < chest swells for climb ‘n’
falls . head bobbing up keep hard so.

Still no beach curve to stroll on ~ lose
river vows ~ with mermaid navel
thief a wine.

• W.W.

YUH RAP SO (7.3)

But nicks aside – the people-world’s nameless noise
bothers the hell out of – into – me – the hell
we’re still all in – dead/alive like it or not
and other either/ors that fool us we have
some choice in the matter – and of course we do
but of course we don’t – for hell is for humans
as any pigeon would stool us if he could
only get us to stop listening only
to words overruling his troubling wisdoms
arising out of the juttings of his neck
for balance and braking of his claw-struttings

(from Limboa, a sentimental anthem
by Brian Chan . 2023)