Thursday, December 23, 2010

fiddly ways

lydia and her fashion blisters
down the groovy

passion line

caterwauling up & down

the Palestine

it was growth fed

her gravy trains

ever slipping the downs

the slimgrooves

the orangey filigree

casually is never


it was lodey town

we met

shaped the shimmy

groove, appled our

way downtown

capital planning it

was the undertow

in the mighty mighty

chain reactions

of all the ways

we imagine

summers rising

echoing pleasures found

by the roadside

in the kiln

in every punchline

of the randy

moves. fitting rooms

call the numbers

severing the holy days

from reaping




wariness in the nesty

nestiness, the golden


yemaya holds in her

glorious spray. sing, babies,

sing the dross

the mossy finish

the samsonite

fiddly, it was

every way

the nose knew

the groove was

sculpting, strange attractors

in love with

viability on the slimshadiest

of ladies' dimes.



Blogger anno said...

what fun! I love this, just love it , every last bit-- reminded me of hearing Percy ""Mr. Bones" Danforth back in the day. It's been a long time since I've seen such a glorious list of gerunds and adjectives; might have to try using "apple" as a verb someday myself. Music, stories, poetry... looks like your break is off to a wonderful start.

6:53 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Anno: Some of them just have to pulse on out; this writing to groovy little remixes in the headphones is kinda cool: almost like keyboarding along with the band. I am happy to have brought some Yuletide fun your way.

Apple on, amiga; apple on.

7:06 PM  
Blogger Teresa said...

Sounds like you went shopping for ladies lingerie at an all you can eat buffet. Great rhythm and shimmies! A regular smorgasbord on the catwalk!

11:14 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Teresa: Love your take on the origins. It started writing itself on the trip back from Mississippi, somewhere around Jacksonville, TX. Not much more than the pulse came through by the time I sat down to it yesterday, but I could still feel it.

10:48 AM  
Blogger Teresa said...

So you were channeling the frequencies of all the different malls you passed along the road and all the different desires of holiday shoppers and feasters. Interesting! I really like it.

1:05 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

T: The first stir was the second time I saw a Golden Chick: small-burg fastfood fried poultry to some, but we know who the chick really is: Yemaya, Brazilian style.

2:09 PM  

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