More Than Love Galore Can Make

07/03/2026

Dorado schemes get tangled on our mangrove shores;
for myths known only to flat bottoms in canoe
Yang Yin dragons fire up divining hooks, destiny
rare stones extracting.

With spinners who oil our timing wheels
you could place a bet < We reach! before
or after first space aliens land ‘n’ wave
yuh good?
…………….

As owner vendor server wet rub palms
fortunes simmer | their currency heat holding;
our breadfruit drops worth squish. Night
cleaner? shifts not found paid.

Under orange tarps we could induce labour
at good plantation levels . contracts pushing
out Great! house bald heads | only
sans verandah chair breeze whipping.
………………

Inside the Hoatzin chest desires fret ! one
lap wing loose, pain trills so | gynecologists
think they know everything ! womb tide drain^
pipe . fits that flare, flutter wherever.

Radio songs like watering cans, our pausa
de contemplación ~ millennium yards
away from mulch once used on Estate home
gardens ~ trapped native hearts.

• W.W.

YUH RAP SO (7.5)

In its assumption that travelers are stars
of one kind or another – meteoric
and burning out or radiantly centred
in a suicidal shedding of their fate
or in still open sharing of their stray rays
now we take this strangeness as normal – the same
we used to need but not heed oracles
this suggests gods are inevitable – more
so than our more conscious labelling towards
empowering our vain manipulations

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