poem: the honeybees have it
filial junebugs
cockroach filaments
gazing down the long
cool road
episodic filibusters
in the whether ways
castigated soups of processed
cheese
(Mother Velveeta)
intimations of immortality in
the back rows
genocide orphans, fabricated
ne'er do well
the vigorous pie
eclipsed mamasita's
artesian well:
if you
measure the seismic
waves, spaghetti
western minutiae
Bobo the Fool
with his castanets
netting port o' potties
in Port au Prince
the rakish blonde
mango tacos in a blue
6 Couer d' Alene
epistolary magic,
trident emissaries,
elemental
periodic
tannic
kisses
on the cheap.
cockroach filaments
gazing down the long
cool road
episodic filibusters
in the whether ways
castigated soups of processed
cheese
(Mother Velveeta)
intimations of immortality in
the back rows
genocide orphans, fabricated
ne'er do well
the vigorous pie
eclipsed mamasita's
artesian well:
if you
measure the seismic
waves, spaghetti
western minutiae
Bobo the Fool
with his castanets
netting port o' potties
in Port au Prince
the rakish blonde
mango tacos in a blue
6 Couer d' Alene
epistolary magic,
trident emissaries,
elemental
periodic
tannic
kisses
on the cheap.
Labels: Vishnu satiety
8 Comments:
while I would not dream of dissing Van I got hooked on Couer d' Alene - first heard of it in Josh Ritter's Wings the last line always transports me...no castanets but very nice guitar. Maybe a little more "folk" than your mood
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KH730xn1mB0
Dee: Dissing Van in this his dotage is just fine (that wagon done fell over), but this is from the still-glory days. I like the Ritter for lots of reasons, and I agree with the commenter who hears echoes of Leonard Cohen. I think you caught something: there's plenty of "folk" in this poem's mood.
Mucho me gusta the Ritter . . . Thanks for the intro.
I loved the "filial junebugs;" I just took a break from reading the last paper on our panel tomorrow. It's on the revival of Confucianism in China... filial junebugs, indeed, but they come out in April to sweep the family tombs.
I also liked "Mother Velveeta" and port-o'-potties in Port au Prince. And the tannic kisses at the end.
What a fun poem!
Teresa: Fun to write, too. The port-o'-potties in Port au Prince could not be passed up and, even though I was tempted to leave her out, MV - as the Mother of All Cheese Products - insisted on my obeisance.
I took in a panel on the Daoist pantheon at the Asian Studies convention yesterday. Some of those Mother goddesses are pretty intense. I definitely agree that when one requires obeisance, you don't want to mess around, especially not the Mother of All Cheeselike Products. Wouldn't want a sudden plethora of cheesiness affecting your lectures or anything.
Teresa: Probably would not want cheesiness leaking into lectures, but now, cheese-productiness, well, that might be just the thing.
Oh-oh I hope my comment wasn't eaten up. I was talking about food and cheese a lot, but I wasn't hungry enough to eat comments.
DM: Welcome back! I'm sure you didn't eat the comments, but those BloggerFolk certainly did. Food and cheese are always welcome here.
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