Thursday, May 19, 2011

poem: banana sweet

(DiMartino for openers . . . )

my past few days have been

, tofu on the down
low, mary on the rompy

waves, strutting her

mother of god oompah loom
love ya boy,
tango alley all

tingly in the mangos

severaling the times we

passed this way, all

eva diva,


outclassin' all the competition

angling for the rain

sampling the z's,

rumbling down the mylifes

the trace be tracing all

the traces, lipstick,



eternity brothers, the sisters

outsmart the needling

rain, judgment day

gains her tether

you might as well

boogie all night

& we can use,

& we can say,

& we can bride the day

with sassymissy doseydoh,

a salamander friday

salamandering the footstools

prince of peace in

the corners, countdown's on,

sugarbaby, you might as well

check your math & join

the party, my extra credit ain't

worth the sun risin' &

I ask you, feelin' lucky?

seekin' plenty?

masqueradin' for pleasure

or just for the down &

out, my treble bells will

treble you on out down

the line, & seekers will

salivate the fine line,

regaling the left behind,



the derivations of all

pissy pompy




Blogger Teresa said...

"mary on the rompy waves, strutting her mother of god oompah-loompah!"

You used my prompt!!

Love the picture of the bananas and the hints of harrassed and harried teachers and students getting ready for "no more school, no more books, no more teachers' dirty looks... School's out for summer!!"

Very fun poem. I thoroughly enjoyed it.

8:27 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Teresa: Chaka gettin' her groove on in my head was funky rhythm enuff to get this one rolling. I don't think I'm quite finished with Mary in the waves, but she sure as heck wanted to shimmy on into this one. Great image you sent this way, and you knew my brain would be all over it, sho nuff.

It be the crazy end times round the skool: perfect convergence with, what, Saturday's Judgment Day? Which bus will you be on?

Peace/out, sister.

10:46 PM  
Blogger Teresa said...

Anyone getting a groove on in your head, causes you to spout poetry...

Not sure which bus I'll be on. Not sure the world is quite ready to end yet. Mary's not done surfin'


10:59 AM  
Blogger Dee Martin said...

I danced all the way through this song of spring and graduation and prom promenading...It was a wonderful potluck that painted a tasty backdrop to the news and the rain. it is pouring and the news is all about the cdc and the zombie apocalypse preparation, the end of the world (as we know it) and Obama's upcoming visit to Ireland. All you can do is shake your head and go "wut??"
I loved saying the lines - they were a blast.

6:01 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Dee: Zombies on the horizon, end of the world, and BHO with the leprechauns, ain't nuthin left to do but to get jiggy with it. Glad you jigged right along with the rest of us. Sign of the times . . .

10:04 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

T: We on the Mary Bus. All of us!

10:05 PM  
Blogger anno said...

what fun! love this line dance, and thanks for the picture & music as well -- all pretty darn irresistible!

10:37 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Anno: Chaka'd get anybody to dance.

8:22 AM  
Blogger San said...

"Check your math & join the party." Well said, cousin.

Tango rhymes with mango after all.

12:28 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Hola, cuz. I have slipped, as you can tell, into haphazard management of this construction site. Hope you're wearing your hard hat; watch out for falling girders.

Mango tango back at you.

9:56 AM  

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