poem: plated
calendar undercrunchboisterous infrastructures
of nascent infinities
cast your fate
into the cauldrons
of nickeled plenty
you her merchant
navy
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.
Labels: indochine
posted by murat11 at 6:04 AM
4 Comments:
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.
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.
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
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
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