Sunday, September 19, 2010

one more: so she might

Stull called to her mulch &
the response was snappy

all froze up inside

times wuz caramelizin' all

up and down the avenue

we slip by the slippin' days in
our slippery ways
we canonize the duckery
quacking in our boots
the wood sends ripples
down the line
treadmilling the dance classes
of our native climes
it matters not the vagueness
of your possibilities
lines read between yield
all our fetid humidities
to the lingering rhymes:
fading embers fade
in the last day's
grooving endive, she don't
know betta, so she might
as well bring the feast
all round the playgrounds
close behind
the vision flatlines
the futures curdle
the rest is
all you ever want to know, so
claim it, revile it, praise it,
send it down to Goodwill
misery & blue
tunnels till all our days
is true.

[Thanks - apologies? - to Dylan and the leggy Michigan poet.]



Blogger anno said...

Sure cheered me up to see this... loved the gospel revival feeling of those closing lines, the "claim it, revile, praise it,/ send it down to Goodwill/ misery & blue/tunnels till all our days/ is true. You, velitel osvětlení, sure know how bring it home.

8:23 PM  
Blogger Dee Martin said...

what a wonderful evening of entertainment - Anne's note, your poems, awesome music - I was a little nervous about her covering Dylan but she totally rocked it. Vision might be flatlining but the taste buds and the ears are having their own feasts tonight. Loved it ALL!

10:03 PM  
Blogger Teresa said...

I love this one. When I first read "fetid humidities," my tired homework-stressed eyes saw it as "fetid humanities." We've had a late summer heat wave here, and that sure describes the bus home...

I love caramelized times, duckery quacking in its boots, endive bringing a feast, and vison flatlining while futures curdle and all the junk is sent to the treasure trove of Goodwill to spread more goodwill among the hearts of all the po' babies with their bellies full of endive and duck meat.

10:29 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Anno: Thanks for the good words: all praise should go to you: I loved the torrent of words you posted, and they just hit at the right time, with the right music.

7:39 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Anno, ii: You had me at Stull: what a great name: the words shot right out from there.

7:40 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Dee: Definitely ballsy for KT to take on of my all-time Dylan favorites, but she definitely steps right up and delivers. Yesterday's rain certainly did not hurt in delivering all the right feelings.

7:43 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Teresa: Props to Anno for the "fetid humidity" in her inspiring post. Funny enough: I, too, first read "fetid humanity." Like minds. Endive and duck meat: poem ready to roll in that one, too.

7:45 AM  

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