Saturday, October 09, 2010

poem: robbers singing

riverside mooniacs
the blistering limestone fog

caramelized onions, dipping the

soul sisters of bangladesh

the dairy queens of

lactose intolerance,

intolerant fashion queens

frisky in their spunky tights

robin hood robbers

singing in the church

for four hours, it

was after that i

couldn't sleep, i couldn't

say what i was saying

mardi gras in

the infinite glory of

joan of arc

driving, driving the

polish divas

nouns and hours

in the nunsense

of the riverside,

the dairyside,

the everside




Blogger Dee Martin said...

well mooniacs is just the best new word in forever- I may have to steal that one. The observance, the seeing and then the deep, can't say what you say, heart filled with the seeing and saying. The robin hood robbers singing in the church, and the driving by the side of all is a deep, deep well that you have reflected here. Loved it all!

6:29 AM  
Blogger Teresa said...

The dairy queens of lactose intolerance??? Love that line.

10:04 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Dee: Grand theft luna: all yours - steal away. Wrote this on the riverside deck at Cafe Mozart in Austin, listening to good music, while also eavesdropping on a woman who droned on to her date about all manner of churchy things, not least of which was singing for four hours and not knowing . . .

Austin was the first place I learned (12 years ago) the art of artful thievery, eavesdropping in the coffee shops of Clarksville.

11:45 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Good morning, Teresa. Thanks for seeing the flares. I liked the line, too, when it dropped in. Had nothing to do with the church woman.

In truth, I was not eavesdropping: she was so loud and insistent in her drone that she was eavesdropping MY thoughts.

11:47 AM  
Blogger Dee Martin said...

Mozarts is very much in my top ten favorite Austin places. First visit a girl was playing guitar and singing blues, coffee, cheesecake and wireless? I thought about moving in. They were roasting beans that could be smelled in the parking lot. Hopefully I will be on the list for conference in February - Mozart's and Trudy's (mango marguerita and stuffed avocado)pretty close to perfection.

1:00 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Dee: Here's to your making the Nirvana list in February. Keep that birthday celebration going.

2:57 PM  
Blogger Teresa said...

I liked the word "mooniacs," too. That coffee house must have been a very happening place last night.

Count me in on a birthday party in February with mango margueritas, stuffed avocados, and haunting blues music (Mozart is welcome, too, especially in Mozart ball chocolate candy form for dessert).

5:38 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Teresa: February mooniacs: sounds good to me. We move off into the hills, we can howl at la luna tambiƩn.

1:24 PM  
Blogger Devil Mood said...

I love the nunsense - having been educated in a nuns' school, I thought it was all incredibly nunsensical. ;)

4:26 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

DM: Love it. You know, of course, how close nuns' school is to rhyming with numbskull. Good to hear from you, amiga.

8:40 PM  

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