Kingsley Station

Original Poetry | 11/25/2003 | January24th

[January24th]

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[January24th]

nihilism...what's the point?

[Kay Syrah]

I've read that
God saves all
our tears in a bottle
but i confess i know not
what
He needs them for...
they seem a dreadful currency

negotiable instruments

We account for tomorrow’s sorrow
with our scrip written in the full
intention of a promise to pay,
backed by the prepaid asset
of our own arrogance, as if
it were convertible
to hard currency

that would be honoured at
payment upon demand
and stand behind it’s
assured liquidity,

without realizing
the size of our
unfunded
liability.

[Camachee]

transfixed
by semiotic
sighs
blue encrusted
in a closinet
window
i gaze

reluctant

[Camachee]

you forget
so easily
the might be
of maybe

[Camachee]

she said
we were
and i thought
why not
tomorrow

[Kay Syrah]

Dual

My cat bats
at the shadows
that hang upside down
from the ceiling,
teaching the reluctantly
retreating phrases
of night
the meaning of
subordination
to independent claws

while soft paws
retract the necessary
aggression of midnight
she pats down dawn
approves , and lets
it pass for now.

[Camachee]

slowly
she sold
her insights
framed in sighs
of fear
and success

[Camachee]

some planes
defy
the geometry
of exception
expectation
being
more
the moment
of acceptance
than uprising

[Camachee]

cats seek
the abstract
tenacity
of a ceremony
intent
but aloof
to the warmth
of keyboards
and the wisdom
of cornered
rats

[Camachee]

i define
the nature
of my need
by the quality
of your
silence

[Camachee]

Dual

Mahi Mahi

a fish
so nice
they named
it twice

[Soaring Feather]

My silence is my need
to cool the fire of passion
before exhausting your
quality of silence.

[Kay Syrah]

Types with cat

keyboard corruption
trojan cat bearing a gift,
feed me now virus.


Cowardly lines

Pop up monitor
cat corners keyboard soldier
dinner surrendered..

[January24th]

type with cat?
good luck with that!

LOL!

[Kay Syrah]

Intact

Cat on keyboard,
inspiration unaltered
typos multiply

[Camachee]

there are
no words
to the song
of the sea

[January24th]

what noise does
the ocean make
except to slap
and lap
against a wooden hull
or break upon
a silent shore?
left to itself
it rolls and runs
silent, wordless
keeping a thousand
mysteries
unuttered
and singing
only when stirred
by a wind or a sail

a silent sea
promises nothing
expects everything
but yields up treasures
as quietly as she takes them
and yields up pleasures
as joyfully as she makes them

[Kay Syrah]

dinner at nine

undefeated cats
consolidate, colour up
seek other tables.

[Camachee]

she sought
the symbolism
of a cat
crouching
inspired
by spring
prey
and prayer
of redemption

[Camachee]

punctuate
a sentence
whispered