Raymond Soulard, Jr. New Songs (for Kassandra) - The ...
Raymond Soulard, Jr. New Songs (for Kassandra) - The ...
Raymond Soulard, Jr. New Songs (for Kassandra) - The ...
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12<br />
Habit<br />
Glance compelled & again by hard hips &<br />
steaming metal, whipping rhythm & cries <strong>for</strong><br />
promises near or worlds buried. Every face<br />
its name yet knowing fruits little. I remember<br />
ragged nights, wet leaves blowing off the sill,<br />
knee to knee with him, her, we, hearts twist<br />
<strong>for</strong> warmth, high complex of matter. Wracked<br />
blowings, seeming gone. A shine & a tale, seeming gone.<br />
******<br />
Lorn<br />
Dream a sun of flesh & flame,<br />
its buried scent in my blood, its memories<br />
how I watched breezes of daisies<br />
in a half-moon’s light, its given some<br />
spectral new world I cannot imagine,<br />
its home where desire at rest, smiling to stone.<br />
******<br />
Gaol<br />
I dream the cage within the cage<br />
& humble pass in & out. <strong>The</strong> water<br />
sparkles like kisses from a trusted<br />
mate & yon smoky white god points<br />
not up but around. A sore vow among<br />
kind leaves remains: to sing & love.<br />
******<br />
<strong>The</strong> Cenacle | 59 | October 2006