Friday, September 04, 2009

one word cordon bleu: index

pay your dues,
boy: with this
ring I thee
wet, miserable
plaguing village
and dell, halving
the wisdom hounds,
the fleabag
with downy
twins rummaging
the chop suey
nights of runway
brigades: casual

they may be,
beyond the Nine,
sizzling beyond
the Vine.



Blogger Dee Martin said...

forty nine sizzling, twizzling words from index...I got nada lol. Off to the track - maybe something will shake loose..

6:55 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Dee: I'm sure it's all in there waiting for you; you mighta scared it off momentarily with dem hammers. :-D

7:54 AM  
Blogger Teresa said...

Is this perhaps the poem on "renewing the passport"? I love the hands of the bride and the colors of the index finger.

I also love the images of "flea bag motels with downy twins rummaging the chop suey".

Definitely something from Pandora's box, and it may or may not be "hope."

12:35 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

T: As you're tracking through, you'll see the passport poem is coming.

1:00 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Teresa: I love the look of henna body art: what a great way to use the body as canvas, but still free it up for future paintings.

4:49 PM  

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