HEADS HUNTING MEN
dark
fugitives Foreskin phantoms
index fingerling catches fire
Sita’s choka spits
stolen Cantino’s White
things: “FOR A GOOD TIME, CALL SULTAN CHA
CHA”
blasted!
knocking
they arrive
the old men who have been to Mecca BEWARE
OF DOG
Mom
sent Mireille out for more plasters. Just in case.
“Where will Mr. Photon venture first, once freed from?” How’s your
Vulgar body?
“wizard beards cup their hands,”
Ibrahim’s Instant Gratification like Port-of-Spain TVs
“aerodynamic FAR OUT!”: First Thought
upon the Kaaba, millions of wizard beards cut cocks reading faith
“sipping Cokes”
Sperm Tanks— sweaty, hissy nuts
Mr. Photon’s theatre of horrors.
Wormchild on the Loose!
“if you don’t read “namaz,” a faggot, O man-crushing
Marmaduke Pickthall,
an Orientalist Peter O’Toole, grees
Alice,
an invasion of aunties.
“sweet granpa, pickled
when
the good weathers & cruising out,
I am Moderns!,”
LAND
OF THE CHEWING SKIN!
fencing Wormchild, “Open island! Open island!”
“crawling metaphors,”
dark/up
Madrassi SWEEPSTAKES coolie
I
don’t think much of Mr. Photon: a sheared cock.
Burt Lancaster hair, huh?
Heads hunting men.
“THE OUTER SAPWOOD IS WHITE”
he bruises
“my Real coolieman”
“so get the Dali in Mr. Manfish / deep in
the towers of a lash”
mazes muses mash
Jummah’s “Arabic dunces”
“hasten to the remembrance” “hasten to the
remembrance”
Mom among the Middlebrow does the Arawaki!
“The outer sapwood is white.”
“Don’t
play in the masjids after dark!”
“try this story,”
you, the Prophet PBUH &
dead
El Dorado
—yes, Dramatis.
spitting eyes —your eyes, Dramatis.
“Ewarumu” invades
Mother’s blind
Enid Blytons Splitting[2]:
“a
girl, an acorn coolie, Ice skates!“
“a
girl, Grandpa, Par Avion, trying on
stories”
Long us,
“the Fathergod” dead when
RAMGOLLAL’S SHRINKING LUCKY LUKE
shucking suckling Sinbad’s
Mr. Proton’s prepared photons
“Today’s Tom Sawyer”
Oh, shucks! “I am a squatting coolie chuckling
jaguars.”
barfed beefy GUYANA PRIDE
boyhides, Bobby Hull
“The world is the world”
peckers!
Pull,
“Your future, Dramatis!”
“After polishing the Peugeot, Boogie
pulls! in the latrine.”
Dream: “an Arabic” as bereaved
Arawaki
blue
midnight “cursing” Ramgollal’s shrinking Lucky Luke
Look! “this is a canefield
Georgetown Timehri
stiff drinks dynamite Daddy
When we were coolies
Paper-Mate latex FREE
Cheddi
Jagan”
arrows,
pissy mud
—“a sea-wrack”
Uncle Sultan in Ireland
as “a thing, a something, a whimpering something” “thumbing Edmund
Spenser”
soiled
boys spoiled by boys
“Cannon
Ball Flower!”
Dramatis
scorches
jangal
Escape From Terror Forest! “a
matinee”
Enter
several strange Shapes, bringing in
sky
DECEASED, RETURN TO COOLIE
“Thursday Night at The Fights”
blue Doc Savage, a concerto for Ramgollal,
jerked-off
rain
strange Shapes
sky
beyond Berbic
beating off
Jan-Michael Vincent forgive me
benign
Masasikiri does not kill
storied
bodies
the Poets!
“Ramgollal shows
his”
&
mid-afternoon
“fearlessly” & c. draw
their swords
Tonight
like Aunties
decant
Fairies
SHARP beyond
the moat
“the Fathergod” The End
“Escootez, Granpa!”
“try this story,”
Dear Kaieteur,
to shooting marbles
“sucking
on my ding dong,” trampy
A stinking trench!
A stinking trench!
a rusty retina
Let’s anus & cutlass & snakes
The night is young. Turn them on.
Before the next continent, “If you don’t
hear from me,”
DECEASED. RETURN TO COOLIE.
Faizal Deen lives and writes in Ottawa, Canada. He
studied English Literature at Queen’s University at Kingston, Ontario. Deen is
Guyanese by birth. He lives with Sabrina,
a cocker spaniel.