Thursday, April 15, 2010

one word holy: coaster

beach boy avatars

muddy riot

drifters and pendergrass

lonesome cowboys

in the krishnamurti aisles

alimentary canals:

the Amsterdam trick

or treat: we regale

the mixed blessings

while peas and roast

beef and tofu

squalor are passed

to the little

kids table

and royal mess alike.

avaricious avatars? why be

so beguiled? whisper

on the downstroke &

see if casual

is Govinda's way or not.

These daze we'd simply

call him a suck-up, but

70's child that he is,

he deserves more

compassion; we'll squiggle

with the moon later:

it's all up for

grabs. now's for the brighter




Blogger Teresa said...

Love your holy coaster for cerveza and peas!! By the time you've finished your Dos Equis the moon is definitely all squiggly. And don't knock those 70s children; they be disco warlords!

9:40 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

T: That's true about a cerveza'd moon; cerveza'd anything, for that matter. Things just coast along after that. I can see Donna Summer as a disco warlord(ess): Barry Gibb, not so much.

10:44 PM  
Blogger Teresa said...

Barry Gibb--the disco fool ?

10:18 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Teresa: Most likely, though you know, of course, I'm just spinning a protective covering for my own foot-tapping response to their Saturday Night Fever-y beats. Disco fool would be me, with my own guiltily pleasurable response to B's and Babs' "Guilty" duet.

11:42 AM  
Blogger Teresa said...

Well, then they would be the Lord and Lady of Disco, and you would be their fool. I have no problems with that.

1:37 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

T: Walden has taken to calling me, fondly, "Average Man." Fits the Fool of Disco.

2:56 PM  

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