Thursday, July 15, 2010

poem: blue cast

Saucy Lita,
in her trim

produce spare:

touching the Superfood,

angling by the whichways,

forever dime-ing

the Aquadome:

She finagles

the down & out,

outing the down,

downing the out,

blowing the cover

of tadpole & like.

Centering prayer

giveth the hives, but

broadens the view:

she claims sanctuary

for the incubus,

vigorously debarring

the Anglican whetha

(she knows betta:

she is, after all,

a polyphonic getta).

in her youngers,

datapoint busty,

she knew the brew:

tween me 'n you,

she was ever

the bane

of the hoity toity,

galvanizing the hoi polloi:

in her vegetarian coffeehouse

she was splendor aplenty,

capitalizing anarchy

with the best,

divesting synonyms,

fermenting eponyms

in her tangled blue

cast-iron ribaldry:

she knows the flame.


sho ain't

her game.



Blogger Dee Martin said...

Saucy Lita had me snapping my fingers and tapping my feet. Her cousin lovely Rita meter maid had her nose up in the air - she don't have nothing to do with the ribaldry or hoi polloi but she might be missing out on some good times.

6:21 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Dee: Definitely thought of Sister Rita with this ditty. No ribald hoi polloi for Rita? Girl was a meter maid: I believe she started the good times!

8:56 PM  
Blogger Teresa said...

I guess I have Tang Dynasty water goddesses on the brain, with a smidgeon of "Beowulf" and Grendl's mother. A very cool poem that just flows along with a rapacious appetite. Love it!

12:49 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Teresa: Appetite, for sure, and plenty of it. I think she's still hungry, even after the poem.

10:31 AM  
Blogger Teresa said...

Watch your fingers and toes...

8:12 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Teresa: Will do. Headed for the beach on Monday; have to double-watch!

12:04 AM  

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