Tuesday, September 07, 2010

poem: plated

calendar undercrunch
boisterous infrastructures

of nascent infinities

cast your fate

into the cauldrons

of nickeled plenty

you her merchant


her carry-on Samsonite

her casual endeavor

of the sidebar tombs

past the prime

meridians, the suspects

grow fonder

the bushy-haired

gnomes & all their

little friends up

& down the lakefront

shilly-shallying pines

in wanderlust

capital Y that

midnight torrent

virgin canopy paying

dues and dividends

to the hogs of war

the notarized arousals

by mail, your

destitude bypassed

on the Appian ways.



Blogger Teresa said...

Love the picture. and the words. the image of bushy haired gnomes with navy Samsonite wandering busily about just tickles my fancy. I also like the last lines: "your destitude bypassed on the Appian ways." Great contrast there.

9:31 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Teresa: This one started bubbling up this morning when I was "supposed" to be meditating. When you find yourself trying to recall the lines in order, rather that watching your breath, you know you've pretty much missed the Zen-boat. Glad you liked.

5:31 PM  
Blogger Dee Martin said...

Yemaya packed and on the move? Water seems to nudge your muse - a friend in Austin told me they were getting buckets and buckets as well. We were all glued to windows watching clouds roll in and drop water on us. An unfamiliar site round here.
There is so much here, it looks as though you have been saving up and decided to drop a storm on us flooding the destitude (made me think of facebook lol) with your jumping jiving phrasing. Love love love the bushy haired gnomes and all their little friends - I think they have been wandering my neighborhood and making the dogs bark early. I hope they skitter back to the lakefront so I can sleep tonight. No shilly shallying allowed.

There is a torrent right now - don't know about midnight but i the radar knows it's business there will be

9:20 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Good morning, Dee: Hadn't thought about the water; it certainly may have had something to do with it. Also loosening up a bit at the Instituto: I think I was so "new visiony" that I was wound up a bit too tight, losing some of the fun. I like what's happening in the classroom, but classrooms are always co-created spaces: the kids have had to co-create back at me, refining and redefining the new visions from their end. Last week the flow seemed to be coming from all directions, alwasy a good thing. At the start of school I was sporting a soul patch, which was everything from startling to horrifying to the folk. When I finally shaved it off last week, one of my students quipped hilariously, "Do you feel happier now? I was convinced that thing had turned you evil." Kids do say the darnedest things . . . :-D

6:27 AM  

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