Thursday, April 15, 2010

Sunday Scribblings #210: Deadline

[right-brained vigor: immaculate fruit]

flat in the grey world

receding bald world

antagonistic harems weighing

anchor, Sybils in sibilant

satisfaction, the commas

visit the haystack,

commiserate with the locals

advantageously smelling the salts

while backs are turned.

comb-over visions

placate the cerebellum

squash the local fruit

imbibe the Shasta flavors

at the bottom of the barrel,

bargaining for a lesser

rate, opening the heaven's

gate, abrogating the

feral mate

in the sunshine sunshiny

standoff twixt

alpha and O. passion

locks down the mango

boys; we list

for later.

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12 Comments:

Blogger Teresa said...

Antagonistic harems and feral mates??? Doesn't sound too happy there. Hope you're okay.

9:41 PM  
Blogger Dee Martin said...

jealous all the pissy things kept coming too mind (that and my attention deficit disorder ramble to Vampire Weekend and the song Who Gives an eff about an Oxford Comma)
those balding dudes better watch out for the angry chic gangs - are they looking for a needle? Liked the sing songy rate, gate, mate - eased my mind just fine.

10:11 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

T: Don't mistake the poet for narrator. I'm (meaning, I'm) in the mango grove with the Illustrious One. Fear not. Leave the ferals to the ferals.

10:45 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Dee: I see you're on the Hoa wavelength. Between combings, the bald ones are ever on the watch out. Pat Boone as their leader: plenty to atone for there.

10:48 PM  
Blogger Dee Martin said...

Um yes there is? Tiger woods too :) No puns forthcoming...
Hoa is awesome. Thanks for the intro!

7:12 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Dee: Yes, Tiger ain't outta the woods yet, either. He likes his Shasta in many flavors.

7:49 AM  
Blogger Teresa said...

aah, watching too much animal planet on the evening news. I totally understand.

10:20 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

T: animal planet on the evening news . . . Ain't that the truth.

11:44 AM  
Blogger Teresa said...

I was appalled at the southern California news a couple of days ago. Nothing about the volcano in Iceland, the violence in Thailand, the death tolls from the China earthquake. Do you know what was the TOP STORY of the day? Hugh Hefner scolding Tiger Woods for lying instead of being a man and telling the world that he plays the field in all ways imaginable. The "expert" called in to comment solemnly on this momentous story was none other than one of the former prostitutes who had serviced Elliot Spitzer. After her 15 minutes of fame, she became a "relationship advice columnist/media maven." I thought, that is such a ZOO!

1:42 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Teresa: Our local broadcast "journalists" would never stoop to anything so mundane as Tiger's predilections. They prefer the higher octane of local murder counts. Y'all need to move uptown, cher.

3:01 PM  
Blogger aspiemom said...

A statement poem. I'm in awe--that is just something that I will probably never write! Isn't it great to read and see new things?

ps I love the pictures of the mangoes.

4:48 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

aspiemom: I love the (I assume) unintended irony of "statement poem," since I spent the better part of the morning blathering on, as is my wont, about the sins of statement poems. This has been a wonderful day of seeing things through others' eyes.

I took a peek over your way. I teach at a small school with a fair number of Asperger's kids.

Best to you. Thanks for your words and your stopping by.

9:00 PM  

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