poem: one less adagio
china rasping
the raspa queens
tamarind moons
blowing kisses
joachim & carolina
out on the town
napoli nights
disco digging
trash heaps of castaway
street tacos, grisham novels
vials of fluffberry lint
English naval wisdom
suss the canals,
suss the gym candy,
suss the cracker barrel
into thin air
paso dobles
in the faux bois
down the candy aisle
passion in the ficus
roots, you wanna come
to, forever
was the last thing
on her mind
one less adagio
to babysit
through the curtain
calls, as if
now was a better time
for Miss Eclipse
to string her pearly
swine down the barcelona
promenade: put
yourself at the center
of this sunflower
see if glissando
glistens
in the zest
you left behind.
she'll be waiting
by the sandbar
oyster shell necklace
in vigorous
shadow play,
decolletage
most caffeinated,
calibrations most
sweet.
the raspa queens
tamarind moons
blowing kisses
joachim & carolina
out on the town
napoli nights
disco digging
trash heaps of castaway
street tacos, grisham novels
vials of fluffberry lint
English naval wisdom
suss the canals,
suss the gym candy,
suss the cracker barrel
into thin air
paso dobles
in the faux bois
down the candy aisle
passion in the ficus
roots, you wanna come
to, forever
was the last thing
on her mind
one less adagio
to babysit
through the curtain
calls, as if
now was a better time
for Miss Eclipse
to string her pearly
swine down the barcelona
promenade: put
yourself at the center
of this sunflower
see if glissando
glistens
in the zest
you left behind.
she'll be waiting
by the sandbar
oyster shell necklace
in vigorous
shadow play,
decolletage
most caffeinated,
calibrations most
sweet.
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posted by murat11 at 9:46 PM
6 Comments:
love the "fluffberry lint in the British naval." So one less adagio because you're all caffeinated up? Is this another coffee shop poem?
And the one less adagio to babysit reminds me of "one less bell to answer" so out into the streets with a paso doble, huh?
And glissandos always glisten with streaks of powdered rosin dust shining in the sound beam.
And China sure is rasping...
Gorgeous song... can see how even one pink martini might stir up a whole lot of glistening glissando, and it looks lilke you've been on a roll. Paso doble away, professor: it's your birthday!
for some reason I had this picture in my head of John Travolta and Jean Stapleton at the end of the movie Michael - dancing off down the street at the end of the film. Napoli nights, tamarind moons, fluffberry lint, all the sussing, faux bois, adagio, swiney pearls, and where could you be but at the center of a sunflower (probably one of those chianti ones - not just any old plain jane sunflower, not for this special promenade. Sounds like a heck of a caffeinated and calibrated birthday...I had fun just typing those words haha.
The music made the perfect soundtrack. Blessings.
Teresa, Anno, and Dee: Being the birthday boy, it behooved me - at least I hoped it did - to fashion a poem more worthy of nativity than some of my murkier rides in the convertibles of life. Seems, by y'all's responses, that I at least passed. Hard to fail when you're writing with China Forbes and the Martini Folk blasting in your ears.
Happy Birthday, Murat!! Hope this is the start of a great year for you!
Thank you much, T!
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