Wednesday, July 07, 2010

poem: da doo

Sibilant ABBA fungoo
frothing on the templates,

gathering the szechuan

guvballs, terror

down under the

volcanoes, butter light

bisque-ing the backyard

vege, annotating

what's left of

da doo ron ron

as she ventures leftover

guesses & the admiral's

caulking gun,

a joyous celebration,

missing pieces all

in a row,

duckling houses,

Hundertwasser enclaves

down by the pond

freshbait ascendant

kissing the verily

postulating the merrily

calculating the eleemosynarily -

wee, wee, wee -

all the way




Blogger Teresa said...

Well, I guess that looks like one of the three little pigs' houses. A very fun poem with a greater picture to match. Hope your summer is relaxing and carefree!

9:25 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Teresa: Not familiar with Hundertwasser? Worth a google for images of his architecture and his paintings.

12:32 AM  
Blogger anno said...

What a fun summertime romp, with some foot-tapping shoo-be-doo-wah thrown in for good measure. Loved the annotating and the duckling houses -- ours would sure appreciate Hundertwasser, but that's probably not what they're gonna get -- but kissing the verily/ postulating the merrily/ calculating the eleemosymarily ... wow! Just brilliant. Hope you're having as much fun as this poem indicates!

7:11 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Anno: The ducklings were definitely a nod to your webbed folk, but the anno-tating was a good catch. Would they could have a Hundertwasser!

8:14 PM  
Blogger Dee Martin said...

Well I missed this one completely! Love the picture and all the arilys. I want to run down and around that building singing Take A Chance On Me at the top of my lungs :)

6:59 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Dee: I believe that ABBA was birthed in one of the onion towers.

8:58 PM  

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