Saturday, November 06, 2010

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


in the zest

you left behind.

she'll be waiting

by the sandbar

oyster shell necklace

in vigorous

shadow play,


most caffeinated,

calibrations most




Blogger Teresa said...

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...

12:53 AM  
Blogger anno said...

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!

3:33 PM  
Blogger Dee Martin said...

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.

8:29 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

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.

8:56 PM  
Blogger Teresa said...

Happy Birthday, Murat!! Hope this is the start of a great year for you!

9:13 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Thank you much, T!

9:48 PM  

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