Friday, February 25, 2011

poem: bubba-lithe

Moammar in his sleek silver travolta
disco ultra sheen,

acquiescent fetch-bubba of the lithe

ruling class:

ring your bells, child

this ain't your mama's

ruling elite, it festers

the gruel right out

from under your feet:

it ain't like you didn't see it

comin'. Give Imelda a call,

see can she give you

some red rubies

get you on home to your

disco Kansas:

this will be the grill

you never wished exposed:

them derricks ain't exactly

toys, boy-toy-grabbin'

artifacts of world-gone-by

hubbalub the rightwing

authenticity of prurient labor,

nab the last bit o'honey

for the sugar-foxes

at the bank - swiss-fried

in all likelihood -

i'd say the quick exit

makes best for keepin

the sheen on your shine,

boogie with respect to the average

fare, it's an inquisition on which

you just might

want to pass: smokey seconds,

stevie's uptight, and you,

bloody amigo, best be






Blogger Teresa said...

Well this is a happy comment on the news. I love the bubba-lithe who best be on his way. Great poem, bro.

12:26 AM  
Blogger Dee Martin said...

very timely...
loved this: child
this ain't your mama's
ruling elite, it festers
the gruel right out
from under your feet

scary stuff. Every time I think the world has gotten as crazy as it gets... it takes it to a new level.
Off to school - we are making up for the enjoyment of snow days with a Saturday.

6:13 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Thank you, Teresa. Aside from all the festivities, this one was spurred on by a photo of Moammar I saw recently, quite the dude in his younger days. Had a sly pencil-thin mustache to boot. Couldn't find the photo in the google-surf, que lastima. Had to settle.

8:09 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Dee: Best kind of rhyme: didn't even notice it until your excerpt. My Saturday condolences to you in the trenches. At least they still give you your Sundays, I hope.

8:12 AM  
Blogger anno said...

on his way out... and the sooner the better! Here, it looks like he's ready to break out into "Staying Alive" ... maybe that's his hope; personally, Disco Inferno is where he belongs. Anyway, I enjoyed your light-footed take on the events of this last week.

9:23 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Anno: Certainly from sweeter times for him, eh? What are these folks making of things falling down all around them, I wonder.

8:49 AM  

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