poem: can she tender
(Former student M2 dropped the excellent first line, I kept on riffing . . . )I am no longer the mother of beyonce &
I miss her,
sashaying down the thunderdome,
pinstripe jeans, genetic
explosions in the plissery places,
galvanized wounds
in all the sister places I
fancy down the first base
line: i ask in the abstract,
mostly Tuesday and Thursday
schedules, fiddling for the vagrant
dimes, issuing proclamations
in feral time, ignoring
the obvious psychometrics,
the caliper ways,
divining the watery festoons
in the diamond halls:
see can she tender
refuge for the biggies,
the joneses, the vagabond
teriyakis: she were your dream
before motherhood gathered you
in its frenzy, a cobalt blue diadem,
an emerald footsie toe-slam
sephardic stream.
Labels: kismet feasting
posted by murat11 at 11:21 PM
7 Comments:
genetic explosions? lol
love the cobalt blue diadem - the song is lovely but I think your poem goes more with "all the single ladies" - had a faster beat to it than this tender love song.
Dee: Your song choice is better suited for sure; my choice ran on two cylinders: near ignorance when it comes to Ms B and my own narcissistic preference for this old Roberta Flack / Donny Hathaway ditty.
love the words. I like "fiddling for the vagrant dimes and issuing proclamations in feral time." I also like "vagabond teriyakis" and "cobalt blue diadems" and a "sephardic stream."
I don't know which song goes best with it. It has its own melody and counterpoint that resonate with gemtone frequencies.
I also have to say that I love the picture. I thought you had gotten a great cave shot, and then I looked more closely. It's chocolate cake!! A delicious tribute to a great poem and a great singer!
Teresa: Let's just say that it's a chocolate cave: I'm still spelunking for the requisite ice cream to go along with it . . .
That IS an excellent first line. But "caliper ways" is pure genius.
San: Mil gracias, mi Bama hermana.
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