09/03/2026
“Mast of love, half animal, half-human (saddle
of earth, car of sky)…compass of origins – flesh
– Thing.”
* Wilson Harris, The Waiting Room (1967)
Foreign ladders staying by us dangle rung
‘n’ reason to extract ~ cold stone like good
bacteria burn to earn | ground up our Empire^
humbled servers stare as climbers reach belief.
Custom raw numbers rinse shine . fine so off^
shore watching hosts Glad we can still count
on you know our grits of teeth would not bare
snap; gold past retrievers.
On cane rice field stage experts practice
how to dress up the salad bowl for nation
show; + breaks hydrating entrail need for quality
assurance; crab pro quo stuff.
…………………
Looking to horn? tek warning shot cross yuh
smooth side | our island now The Hub for bottom
line drill fly. Sirs, after the metal harvest
finish, could leff-leff lives be sieved?
Body swell tomato^like near bursting Priyana
feels there’s more to life than turtle sex
in the sea ! beach^tested she sticks to the plan –
for under belly eels, disposable blades.
Years fast in glass window holding ! then over^
night hear some hiker’s heart explode I’ve been
searching all my life flat bread solitude to plait
good gracious! there she is | oven off.
- W.W.
YUH RAP SO (7.7)
That doesn’t mean a pigeon can’t irritate
with its murmurs as much as an ass with his
tuneless complaints in his tethered standing sleep
but when it comes to syncopation – nothing
compares to the counterpoint of bird feathers
whisking and whispering their hints – not even
the fine brushwork for Águas de Março –
Jobim’s encyclopaedic memorial
of sheer presence in a Pessoan dreamworld
(from Limboa , a sentimental anthem
by Brian Chan, 2023)
