White Mountain Serinade

White Mountain Serinade

A Poem by Gary Camaro

 

A maddening glimpse into brown
her sights, wide with glow
her psyche, tender with ink
she dances across my page with literacy
and words I can not express
or spell properly under medication
her youth, a spirit of the East
her lips, drunk to the touch
smiling with humor
inside a poem, originally written
for a caress
unbeknownst to my knowledge
or a kiss intangible
or a taste not swallowed
upon the tip of my tongue
the words once mentioned
the heart once broken
the plot once thickened
and the very instant of recognition
when all literature fails
and the tails of woe
paraphrase themselves
up against my dying language
my carnal linguistics of dead poetics
suicidal adjectives
murdered prepositions
and other massacres of dialect
that confront me in madness
and abnormal slang, slung
in the passion of abandonment
bleeding black sunflower
scream angel apostasy
nocturnal glad-hand
the shimmering wound
that splices down the center of the spine
throat fire psychology
fractured skin witchcraft
grieving bleak melancholy
blistering desolation
disheartening
and feverishly cold
left shivering alone
aging uncertainty
and dreaming sweet chariots
and the love
of a White Mountain Serenade
singing soft
and delicately clear
her ears of denial
 

© 2008 Gary Camaro


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This is hauntingly beautiful. All the words needed to describe it are already in it. You soaked up so many wonderful ones. I love this!

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Gary Camaro
Gary Camaro

Chicago



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Frontman for the Chicago rock outfit The Wabash Cannonballs & neighborhood drunkard. Teller of tall tales great & small. Humorist at large. The Poet Laurete Of Ashland Avenue 4 self published chap b.. more..

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