HEADS HUNTING MEN
fugitives Foreskin phantoms
index fingerling catches fire
Sita’s choka spits
stolen Cantino’s White
things: “FOR A GOOD TIME, CALL SULTAN CHA CHA”
the old men who have been to Mecca BEWARE
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”
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,
Orientalist Peter O’Toole, grees
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!”
dark/up Madrassi SWEEPSTAKES coolie
I don’t think much of Mr. Photon: a
Burt Lancaster hair, huh?
Heads hunting men.
“THE OUTER SAPWOOD IS WHITE”
“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 &
spitting eyes —your eyes, Dramatis.
Enid Blytons Splitting:
“a girl, an acorn coolie, Ice skates!“
“a girl, Grandpa, Par Avion, trying on stories”
“the Fathergod” dead when
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”
“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
stiff drinks dynamite Daddy
When we were coolies
Paper-Mate latex FREE
arrows, pissy mud
Uncle Sultan in Ireland
as “a thing, a something, a whimpering something” “thumbing Edmund Spenser”
soiled boys spoiled by boys
“Cannon Ball Flower!”
Escape From Terror Forest! “a matinee”
Enter several strange Shapes, bringing in
DECEASED, RETURN TO COOLIE
“Thursday Night at The Fights”
blue Doc Savage, a concerto for Ramgollal,
Jan-Michael Vincent forgive me
benign Masasikiri does not kill
“Ramgollal shows his”
“fearlessly” & c. draw their swords
Tonight like Aunties
SHARP beyond the moat
“the Fathergod” The End
“try this story,”
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 SSabrina, a cocker spaniel.