poem: banana sweet
(DiMartino for openers . . . )my past few days have been
bananas, tofu on the down
low, mary on the rompy
waves, strutting her
mother of god oompah loom-
pah, love ya boy,
tango alley all
tingly in the mangos
severaling the times we
passed this way, all
eva diva,
Ur-mama,
outclassin' all the competition
angling for the rain
sampling the z's,
rumbling down the mylifes
the trace be tracing all
the traces, lipstick,
hopstick,
stickystick
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,
sashayin'
calculatin'
the derivations of all
pissy pompy
actuarial
happenstance.
Labels: turn away
posted by murat11 at 7:01 PM
10 Comments:
"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.
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.
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'
teresa
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.
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 . . .
T: We on the Mary Bus. All of us!
what fun! love this line dance, and thanks for the picture & music as well -- all pretty darn irresistible!
Anno: Chaka'd get anybody to dance.
"Check your math & join the party." Well said, cousin.
Tango rhymes with mango after all.
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.
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