Thursday, January 06, 2011

poem: turquoise of the last

chester's chicken to go
mimsies your soul

with writhing tributaries

the acquisescent iridescence

of last calls

the vigilant renegades

coursing the soul's

guava jones, as if

she mystifies on the order

of dark meat and righteous

lemon lime: I ask you:

was there ever such

sublime guidance 'cross

the rockies, frolicking

wildebeests tumbling

the SATs of vigourous

stimuli, angel food lab

partners left behind

the parking lots

the Heidelbergs,

eleventh floor

vagaries,I seem to recall

you were the first

simply shaded by reputation

your kiss was free fall

down the wiliest of ways


amassed as time passed

turtle bays most


surprising calm

in the after

inured by time's

dither, ask beyond the fall

of men, the rise of

doors blessed

by singleminded

caution, and the vespers

whisper, calling

eyes forgotten

limbs bewitched


in the turquoise

of the last







Blogger Teresa said...

How come so many of your poems are inspired by food these days? Vicarious enjoyment of forbidden pleasures?

1:33 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Teresa: Vicarious and forbidden, and the fact of the hole in the wall Big Bib's just up the street. Slumming for me is watching Man v Food, wherein my vegetarian soul is regaled with all manner of carnivorous rapture.

8:21 PM  
Blogger Teresa said...

And there is no rapture quite so complete as a carnivore with a rack of ribs drenched in bbq sauce and dripping with orangey grease. yes, you must have some great vicarious thrills without any of the cholesterol jumping to your veins. great idea.

the presentation in Singapore went well. I am back with the scribe at the blogger buddy black cat b&b in Hong Kong. Tonight we take in an er-hu concert. Tomorrow my professor and I go rushing around on a rash of interviews gathering more ideas for further papers. Thursday we fly home just in time for a week's vacation and then spring semester starts. It has been a glorious trip.

2:11 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Teresa: I am so happy for you. What a wonderful way to start the new year (or end the old one, on Chinese time). My best to you, Chris, Regina, and the ruling feline. vaya con dios.

5:43 AM  

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