November Poems
Poems by Brian Chan
Waiting On The Waitress
Empty hands need fire
to play with, to burn by,
so as to smoke a new
map of the world in her tired
face now shadowing like a cloud
the questions of your open hand
Twilight Over Saskatoon
Out of the blue-jade
gouache of a smoky sky,
the perfect batik-dot of a sun
stares de haut en bas at us riding this bus
as though neither it nor we must fade,
nor the earth turn nor the eye
more gradually dark.
Brian Chan was born in Guyana and now lives in Alberta, Canada. These poems are from his new collection Gift of Screws to be published by Peepal Tree Press in February 2006.
Copyright 2005©by Brian Chan
