Short Kingston Poems

She's familiar...
ain't that the blues

(Written at Kingston Mines in Chicago)...

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If all Philosophy
  is a footnote to Plato

Then all Rock & Roll
  —is but a tribute to the Blues

(Chicago Illinois: August, 1994)...

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His last days
in his dreams
in Jamaica mon
The capital Kingston
He prayed to the heavens
Gods only laughed
in the Caribbean waves
as this small minded 
prang called
the pond of frogs
glorious...

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Once there was a man called Kingston lovemad
 to get things his way executes a strategy. no mad!
fags chain, bangs table, wall 
and what not! Shouts all,
bloody this “mad man strategy” often yields. Love mad!...

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By foreshore brink
A curious think


The lakeside draught
Hurls icy stuff


Cold air swirls flair
To flush cold fare


We walk around
Chilly strides ground


Lovely flats here
Prompt cost most clear


Hot coffee sips
In a warm grip


Kingston foreshore
Now tells me more




Leon Enriquez
17 May 2018
Hamlet Place, ACT...

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I lay under the sun 
all that is done 
me watching dandelion 
spring up from coarse earth 
ginger beer is being poured 
while hints of curry 
arouses my senses 
alarming sounds of splashes 
camouflaged laughter 
dangling about 
thee shanty towns river banks 
are lined with baskets 
of raw coconuts and banana 
husk a warm breeze 
charmingly whispers my name 
I answer nice to meet 
you too mr. Kingston...

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