Friday, April 22, 2011

poem: optics gather

astral barbecue
blender maze

time best spent in

otherdreams of your

other's other

dipshit qualities down

the esplanade

snugging your harbor

circumventing the glassy

eye, the vernal twins,

the seasonal vine,

the glad-to-see-you

inventory man,

she of the cobalt de-

colletage, a crimson

glory even you won't

want to miss,

this friday morn, in your

thursday's nougat

insensate wonder,

a boogieland express,

the ground opens to reveal

vestiges of your twelfth

dream, the one that began

after your bus-missing life

ascended to the purgatory

of apple climes, is it any

wonder we roam

blissfully blissful,

taming the baby kibbles

robbed of their moony

faces, clammering little

gummi bear lounge lizards

get out your lizardpants, boy,

ain't the spaztec quadrants

nuff wonder for your

tangerine striations

i seem to remember

that night

that semblance

that next to me sen-

sation stemming the tides

of your distal agonies

the twerky chasms

blow wider with casual

dreams, they sleep wide

the emerald doors

you can forget the optics

gather the pins

invigorate little miss missy's

intelligence while she

renegotiates the summer




Blogger Teresa said...

Not sure I want to eat at your house tonight... taming baby kibbles with gummi bear lounge lizards for dessert!! (Yuck!) But definitely a colorful and fun poem.

9:35 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

T: Good call on your part. We didn't want to, either: ate Turkish Mediterranean ourselves. In the parlance of luxurious overindulgence, "hurt" myself.

10:16 PM  
Blogger Teresa said...

Ouch! Although the Italian iced cupcakes from another post sound nice...

11:23 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Si, amiga.

11:10 AM  

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