Sunday, September 19, 2010

poem: balanchine moonrush

withering hijinks,
meriwether fortissimo,

dobro backpedaling

down this rainy road,

asphalt Balanchine

(he the one done

tole ya):

after the moonrush

we wuz fived

to the dime,

Ansel squattin' down the line,

waitin' for the lights ta change,

all of us film school

rejects, pawning life

& times, wound up

pissants squallin' till

the tides done turned:

you, Mr. Pants all

fulla yourself,

western front diesel mama

sez go and the goin'

gits get:

under the umbrella, life

takes nuance one step

beyond passion into

crosstown rivalries,

laptop entropies,

fare thee well vagaries -

it's all in the possum -

shine up your shoes,

ape the latest tape,

take the vim with

the Maginot line,

two times its need

to haggle, fancy calculations

press the flesh,

interpolate the blonde

Giselle who comes back

for the holiest damn holy roller.



Blogger anno said...

So good to find you here, making your own fine music again. Loved the way pairs of lines like "fived to the dime" and " pawning life & times" played together throughout this poem; not bad at all for film school rejects or holy rollers. Lucky Giselle.

8:47 PM  
Blogger Teresa said...

Gotta love those holy rollers wherever they may roll on a lazy, holy Sunday morning or afternoon depending on if you wuz in Sunday school or worship service or if you wuz just in the cathedral of the backroads and trees...

10:31 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Anno: I woke to the phrase "withering hijinks." Prompt enough for some fun. Lots of bits and pieces spurred by a rainy afternoon in Austin with a high school classmate last seen 30 years ago.

7:48 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Teresa: Love that "cathedral of the backroads and trees." I've known plenty of those.

7:49 AM  
Blogger Dee Martin said...

withering hijinks? Wuthering Heights?
I can totally see Heathcliff playing the dobro though he actually did seem to be a bit of a pissant to me. Now I have a picture of Ansel slinking around trying to get the perfect shot of Catherine while Mr. Heathcliff pants all fulla himself is flirting with Giselle and the passionate nuances are going to be on Entertainment Tonight right after the TV Evangelist shakes all the hands slipping rolexes in his pocket left and right. Yes. It IS Friday and there HAS been a full moon. Gotta dig out my tin foil hat now.
digging KT again.

7:59 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Dee: Heath was indeed a pissant, perfectly matched with HRH Catherine. I did see that moon: a beauty down here, lording it over the Friday Night Lights. A nailbiter: Instituto 49, Not Your Ordinary School (yes, that is their name: Austin hippies?) 48. Wasn't supposed to be that close.

7:58 AM  

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