Sunday, February 07, 2010

return of the coffee poems

Mr. Baby off to spend the night with his best friend, Tina and I dipped into a nearby bookstore / coffee shop for some more collaborative napkin poems. Patina poems (paschal + tina = patina).

[crimson neverlands] (an acrostic)

Never one to

Opt out of

Ogre's stares &



Alizarin crimson


Dare to dream out

Crusted staleness

Raining the old for the new

An invitation

Not yet circulated - where

Night's savvy

Intuition darkens

Every pore into


[chemical zest]

cryptic easy

the pairs will pare

souls like green apples -

drops of lemon

so you won't change color

in the fais do do

of chemical brewing

let it drape over

your tongue

a zest worth


& dying

for, cousin to your

favorite beasts,

lucid dreamers all,

we bid adieu -

[practical magic

post-consumer fiber sleeve

whatcha got up yours?

candelabras and circus tigers

and room to rumba...

do you wanna be startin' sumthin'?

choose your paradise

sister emily stalking hardy or

just paschal and tina -

we come from

olive country &


farm-grown and poetry fed...

we proudly brew

alpha males

engineering & technology

tome-r services in the nooks

& crannies, alpha she be,

says not a word,

taking in the fullness -

watching it fill up,

spill over -

& cover her toes.

[the mural's in pursuit
(this one by paschal)

emily, why the green-eyed

stare, thomas what's your hurry,

g.b. the twain of you shall not meet,

zora's chocolate pursuit

of langston's flurry, tagore you're it,

pablo's still wondering why & where,

franz his smoky dracula, isaac b. knows

a golem when he sees one, tommy s. e.

with his leather slam book, banker boy,

steinbeck's canneries hungry for billy's

boozy bear, while it's all a whispering

gossipy conversation in

the lemony lair

of parker's ear.

[just arrived
(this one by tina)

treat yourself

a pick me up

the invisible man

a beloved take-home blend

proudly Guatemalan


gift of every accessory

sealed with a kiss.

[the personal flower

neck stiff, yet

heat of sun

strokes, calls out

the tightness


tomato soupy, destiny's flower

open belly buttons

hungry for more


the personal story

what every gesundheit should know

say it with a song, ernest:

long and slow, puzzle devotionals

let the sun shine in

after your favorite dish.

[groovy times, loony tunes
(by paschal)

stationary every day

black belt puzzler

chromeo and juliet

naughty and nicely elbowed

off the playing field

Virg and his Italian buddy boy

in the slime

mitigating the butter climes

accentuating the downward bulges

online ashcans gathering

nomenclature of the paltry

greeting card poverty

tinseltown canneries in tune

karaoke at its best

lip-synching chopra

caterwauling narwhals

postulants need not apply

the billboards bill their glory

festooning the bohemian souls

with the requisite anti-sensical gravy.

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Blogger San said...

These pomes by Chromeo and Juliet talk to each other. Their beans are ground finely, nestled in post-consumer fiber, then brewed slowly, with fresh spring water. They are informed by Emily and Isaac B. and Langston and Tagore.

No "hurry up please it's time"--we will brew no poetry before it's time.

9:35 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

San: You said it, Puxhatawney San! How doth your shadow? Whatever it is, I'm sure it's always six more weeks of bliss. Good to see you (and your shadow).

3:51 PM  
Blogger Dee Martin said...

Oh these are lovely loverly chai latte good. Love the Patina, the shine, the polish and if you google kazzlefram there is only one referral - here. I'd like some mashed taters with that anti-sensical gravy if you please!

10:02 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Sister Dee, you can have anything you want from the coffee bar, girl - put it all on the patina tab. Love the kazzlefram googling: how cool is that? Made up the word on the spot.

10:23 PM  
Blogger Teresa said...

I loved these poems and the other posts from this week. I have been polishing "the beast" (ie my lit crit paper that is now long enough and buff enough to submit to a scholarly journal), so I have quietly drunk in your excellent poems and enjoyed Tina's, too, but I have been too "buff" in the brain for tesseracting.

11:00 PM  
Blogger Americanising Desi said...

:) neat


4:38 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Completely understood, Teresa. Glad these were here as a coffee break for you. Congrats on all the "gym" work.

5:45 AM  
Blogger Teresa said...

We'll have a virtual party if it gets accepted for publication. The profs say it's publishable, but it all depends on the editors. Now I have to change citations from MLA to Chicago style format for the journal of choice, cut 50 words from the abstract, prepare my cover e-mail and send it off. I hope to have it sent by tomorrow night.

I was so wishing I had time to just sit in a coffee shop somewhere writing poetry or stories or whatever.

9:13 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Teresa: I hear you, girl. That's what friends are for: we do the slacking for you.

Looking forward to the party.

3:28 PM  
Blogger anno said...

patina pow-wowems -- these glow!
perfectly brewed.
lovely tea-versations.

for now (thank goodness!)

10:44 AM  
Blogger Devil Mood said...

Patina napkin poems, what a great hobby you've got!

12:15 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Anno: Glad these passed for your wonderfully discerning palate.

5:40 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

DM: Had quite a stack of napkins, though not the old brown Starbucks napkins: just plain white (till we stained them with poems).

5:46 PM  
Blogger Teresa said...

What a great thing to stain napkins with! Mine are usually stained with spilled tea. And thanks for doing all my slacking :)

9:00 PM  
Anonymous Richard said...

Night's savvy intuition darkens every pore into silence. Ooo-eeee, baby. Candelabra, circus tigers, room to rumba - all up your sleeve, now yer cookin' Alazarin Donovan and all those dead authors - gunpowder. Chromeo and Juliet workin' their hydraulics on Speedway and other avenues. Amen to you both and to the java jive.

9:41 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Teresa: You're welcome, amiga. De nada.

Richard: Amazing what a little caffeine will do, eh?

5:19 AM  
Anonymous Richard said...

Oh yeah, I know the power of that poison (sipping a cup right now.) I'm wrapping up Los Dos today and getting them off to a contest without trying to imagine their reaction to the indignity of competing. Or, I don't know, maybe they'll enjoy being the barbarous yawpers of WA state poetry...

again, that "night's savvy intuition..." line - geez. Louise, and the stuff up your collective sleeves; both put me in the mind of Reinaldo Arenas.

10:50 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Richard: I'm excited about those Dos getting out in the world, to wreak some sacred havoc. They are some very fine whoppers.

Glad that line got you. Good to have your ears around.

8:08 PM  

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