Kingsley Station

Original Poetry | 11/25/2003 | January24th

[January24th]

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[Camachee]

a naked woman
danced
lilac
and lovely
lingering
on the periphery
of consequences

[Camachee]

you
weren't blue
when we met
adept
at burning barges
and making charges
aloof
to the changes
in atmosphere

[Camachee]

she wrote
from houston
seldom alone
but celebrating
sufficating

[January24th]

Yes,
I think
on certain days
I would like
flying in a balloon
on days when I don't give a damn
where I go
or where I land
abandon myself to the wind,
like a hopeful seed
from some wistful flower

i'd plant myself
near new vistas
new neighbors
and grow naturally
to be as beautiful
as all the dreams
held deep
inside this
husk of humiliation

my roots would sigh
in the rich loam
of life,
wriggling with joy
like a child's toes will
in the tides and sands
of summer beaches.
my chin would
point impudently
at the sun
my leafy arms
would gather in
the day
drinking in dews and desires
as if life depended on them

yes,
on certain days
dangerous, delightful breezes
call me upward
tugging at my tatters
until i just
have to
let go...

[Kay Syrah]

yes,
on certain days
dangerous, delightful breezes
call me upward
tugging at my tatters
until i just
have to
let go...

just lovely.

The density of doubt
tethers and restraints
holding the spirit
to a straining
earth that neither wants
nor celebrates
what it has won
for sadness sake.

Rising into the loft
of wind and sky
still spirited
flying with the cry,
more fire.

[Camachee]

how should
i trace
the advance
advantage
adventure
of salt spring
exhiliration
except
in the acceptance
of a nile perch
and the impression
left of shadow
on sand

[Camachee]

sometimes
the warmth
of a white door
is secured
by golden locks
and intimate
looks

sometimes...

[Camachee]

let's apologize
to story tellers
dwellers
of verbs
and romance
rejecting
verisimiltude
for the precaution
of the often
reiterated
conumbrum
of a risk
of a risk
stuttering
over semantics
and the data
of statical
remorse

[Camachee]

what hue
of love
do you
demand
beyond
the lilac
of my
silence

[Soaring Feather]

what hue
of love
do you
demand
beyond
the lilac
of my
silence
Thank You Camachee, it's lovely.

[Camachee]

i drink
to be
contrary
to a dry
alternative

[Camachee]

she slept
wept
dreaming amidst
swirling fogs
gray dawn blue
tinted red
by sunrise
of pyramids
spun by spiders
but supported
by balloons

[Camachee]

a white
persian cat
persuaded me
to castle
my king
and advance
on black

[Kay Syrah]

Please release me.

Protocol defends
the status configuration
of the well bred
and the presentation
of the proper obediences
with the angle of the bent knee
and the tilt of the chin
signifying certainty
of pertinence
Raleigh's flourish defined
the essence of the beau geste
and Elizabeth remembered him
in the tower, no doubt
bunny dipping has
a long and honourable
pedigree, poetry
is an orphan.

[Kay Syrah]

All reeds begin their song
in the rush of dark equations

Desire empties thought of substance
stalking the empirical with the lyrical

Ecstatic iterations are more or less
regardless of the aftermath

Now gifted with mystic certainty
progressions chart the disposessed.

[Camachee]

you haunted
hallways
in rare-book stores
stalking
the pornography
of burton
the plaintiveness
of byron
and the endless
preamble
of blake
for my sake

what did
you learn
besides
yearning

[January24th]

what did
you learn
besides
yearning

Just damn! Just lovely!

[Camachee]

concentric
circles
ripple
the reality
of lily pads
but who
threw
the stone

[Camachee]

art
is
untitled

confinement
comes
later

[Kay Syrah]

eight all around


Poetic obscurantism
hidden in the quick getaway
propulsion of swimming backward
under dark screened essential fog.


seeking safety in coral chinks
masters of chiaroscuro
but served as a delicacy
ultimately in one's own ink.