"kamila" poems
He took a heart and he plucked its
Strings recklessly to compose a second quartet -
Of love! Of passion! Of chaos! -
With sounds dredged from a hollow
Box inhabited by his masterpiece - Kamila.
Not the young, flattered, other man's living wife,
But the manifestation of his desire to depict
Longing;
An artificial, delicately moulded, fervent
Wanting.
One of the great classical passions -
Up there with Dante and Beatrice -
Tarnished by a most deceptive
Embellishment in exchange
For radiance.
His melody - although bracing a lie -
Sings to the fizzle in your chest and
The tingle in your fingertips --
A lullaby to the desperation he required
To convince us it was at all possible.
"And in your withered heart you know it's crap."
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 2:28 PM UTC
I take a pledge
To support Buttigieg
In all his future pursuits
It’s a thrillah
To support Kamila
And her justice crusades
Elizabeth Ann can
It’s guaranteed
and warranted
He’s a looker,
That Booker
Way to fly high, guy!
Hit or hold?
Time to fold and
Lose the Beto
I don’t feel
The Bern, sir; not
Not throwing away my shot
You as placeholder?
Take it slow, Joe
Steal the show
Sep 3, 2019
Sep 3, 2019 at 7:06 PM UTC