Sunday, May 29, 2011

poem: boutique your geisha

armenian chocolate boutique,
your geisha's showin', cher,

ample feedmill severance pay:

if you squander the wander,

you'll sit tight in the afterwhey,

all cuspidy spiders dancin

in your eggy egghead.

it's the simple that matters,

as your garage sale mentality

grows beyond Aristotelian shugga-shugga,

that damn Archies song ain't half

as bad as we all used to think

(when we wuz thinkin'),

& the old roll down Old Canton,

whether flip side or not,

whether tethered or retro,

whether solid or golden ass

shining out for all the world to see,

is a conundrum we so seldom get to meet

in these psycho killer daze of

wampum and wanderlust,

beaver cleaver tentacles

in the 7 Rivers of June

we all partied for, canvassing

the willow tribes,

jejune prophecies mis-

calculating these Five and Dime

custardmongers, fabricating

the essence dolls,

accentuating the fervent

halls of dim sum catastrophe:

apostrophize your damn name, son,

it fits the calcifying calculus

of your eternal flame.



Blogger Dee Martin said...

Vagaries indeed - from Ravel to Talking Heads lol.
Professor be burning down the house - weird group of fellas but they get my foot tapping.
Armenian chocolate boutique? Good stuff in any language. Personally I enjoyed spinach stuffed mushrooms and a baked beignet covered with strawberries and ice cream - visit with number one son that included above eats and some retail therapy. Returned home to a wonderful poem that cleared out the cobwebs in this eggyhead and some heads that were talking, a trip down memory lane via the bubblegum music archives...I think the question should be WHAT were we thinking, all mondrian dresses and white gogo boots (which time should most assuredly NOT be hanging out for the world to see). For some reason beaver cleaver tentacles cracked me up which makes me worry about my own psycho killer tendencies. Wampum and wanderlust alliteration and gonna google willow tribes for sure. DID google jejune and one of the links had this blurb attached "To To those dark horses with the spirit to look up and see... a recondite family awaits." You can reserve your spot in a social engineering seminar....if that isn't a dim sum catastrophe I will slap your apostrophe :)

6:59 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Lovely lovalicious rave there, Ms Dee, with some mighty fine food thrown in, let the salivating start right here. I don't know about those groovy bubble times: parishioner yesterday walked into church with something straight out of the Twiggy catalog, and she's as old as Twiggy would be right now. Still pretty groovy-looking dress to me. From "Did google" all the way to the end, I believe that was providence singing right along with you. Beautiful. Lemme know about the willow tribes: that one sprung Athena-blown right from the, in this case, non-Zeusian brow.

Party on.

10:08 AM  
Blogger Dee Martin said...

- on Willow Tribes - did you know that you can join a wold pack via the internet? Willow Tribe is very circumspect when considering an applicant. They are not a killer tribe - mostly friends and family who have each others' backs. Wolves, coyotes (as long as you are not the pup-eating kind) werewolves and vampire/werewolf hybrids are welcome....The internet is a very big place....

12:15 PM  
Blogger Teresa said...

Cool poem, Murat. I'll take any kind of chocolate any day, but especially on May 29, 2011, my 50th b-day!!

I always liked that Archie song.

5:33 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Sista T: Dang, girl, how did I miss that?!!? You with the real people now! Here's to your bathing in chocolate all week . . .

Blessed birthday to you.

6:55 AM  
Blogger Teresa said...

I say Amen to chocolate baths for the entire birthday week!!

12:36 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Dive in, Sista T!

5:33 PM  

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