Saturday, April 10, 2010

"illegal fun . . . under the sun, boys . . . "

The Olmos Cliffs
(another coffee poem)


gargoyles at club Argyle

cantinflas, mariachis

actuarial contemplations

down the long line of

Patterson Avenue

infant bubblings bubbling

on into forever at the Olmos

Cliffs, precipice of evermore:

in the benighted bliss

after the Barbie

carousels, byzantine


margaritas in the silver

bowl . . .


i wandered from oak

to crest - green

dress flashing brown

legs, hair's breadth

from pre-figuration

angels dusting our shoulders

pollinated desire

indirect guesses

cavalcade down the angel

way, into the garden

of the sisters,

Angels & Jesus with his

Big Boss heart, all

their concrete fingers snapped

into an oblivion of

care and nurture that

bleeds into the seventh

innings -

jean in her hapless

impoverished death,

while the sisters

of Jesus

process dormitory-style

into their garden rows,

Hoss God at his

sixth floor window,

counting down the hours

for you & me,

too big for his britches &

pushin' on the screen -

Wellesian apparition -

black queen on red

king, pushing

the sixteen & still

tapping out the jeri-curls

in your hand.

Hit me, sez she, &

it's a blow that lasts




Anonymous Teresa said...

loved the scarred angels strutting their stuff to the sounds of mariachis, although I'm not so sure about the blow that lasts forever.

1:22 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Teresa: Just playing on "hit me" of the Ultimate Blackjack game, be it Death or immortality.

6:49 AM  
Blogger Dee Martin said...

I loved that last bit - I was hearing Jackson Browne in my head singing Rock Me On The Water while I was reading this. Seems like the music comes through your poetry. Got a thing for gargoyles too, and green dress flashing brown legs? What a visual!

6:59 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Dee: Loved that first JB album, Saturate Before Using. No green dress on gargoyle legs, thank goodness.

7:38 AM  
Anonymous Richard said...

I really like your coffee poems - the last batch was high class - and these two are fine as well.

2:23 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Thank you, Richard: the drug's gotta be good for somethin', right?

3:37 PM  
Anonymous Richard said...

When it works.

12:43 AM  
Anonymous Richard said...


3:13 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Richard: Always love reading about FOC: intoxicating drug of the finest quality she is. Unlike many of her misreaders, I have long gotten the driving force behind her prose, and I adore her, despite pretty well knowing that she would have thought me an absolute nincompoop.

7:38 PM  

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