poem: dairy queen on skinny
vigilante hamburguesas, nowthat the moon mystery's been solved,
young striplings down the alleyways
vagabond desires, handmade
visions, big bertha rockets all
in a row, glance beyond the certainties
gather the surfing starts
ease past the belief
that abundance died in the precious
sapphires of your drowning heart,
flight past the infant dreams
the major motion picture you call your
life dustballing the finest wines,
arrogant scenery my lord god
blisters with her last cries,
april-smothered, the kissing stranger
rides once again in the split-second
glimmer of the heron's eye,
sample the tastes of the
fishy book, fishy menthol-riddled
flounder mamas
the numbers endless as the moony night
Miz Rain looks tired,
the semblance lingers
we ache for the down time, we
chase the thinnest of filigree dreams
augustinian falconian fais-do-do
I'll be your cajun
theologian, you be my
ragin' scepter-wielding
dairy queen on skinny blades
saw-busting snapdragons
of the last brigade
the tiniest of tiny tinny
rills, cascading down the ripple
bends, after the knowing kiss,
this maple grove accentuates
the p's and q's,
tuck your napkin, baby,
lips be the taste of real,
the sound of tawdry,
the blast of the annotated
bible of
the rampant heart -
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posted by murat11 at 8:28 PM
4 Comments:
vagabond desires and handmade visions - that is getting tucked away for later. I love looking beyond the certainties and I can picture watching for the right wave to catch! The menthol flounder, I think I'll skip - doesn't sound to tasty. Aching for down time is definitely on the menu though. A cajun theologian is an interesting concept and I love the lead in to ragin'. and the whole cascade down to the last lines. This one is a keeper :)
Loved the videos too - new performers to me but I will be watching for them now. I thought that was a solid Cinnamon Girl. It's good to see Ole' Neil's tradition carried on.
A cajun theologian of the bible of the rampant heart... that would be our erstwhile poet, I presume.
Interesting poem. I skips and rushes among the minnows of a summer stream, all the while licking a dilly bar from DQ. I liked it.
Dee: Had to be a solid CG; anything less would be heresy. You know the chica: she was one of the Bangles. Apparently (I just found out), she and Sweet have released two CDs titled Under the Covers: covers of a slew of 60s classics. This one rocks. You Were On My Mind started a bit off for my taste, but finished strong.
Sister T: It were a skippy, minnowy thang, weren't it? That summer stream sounds delicious.
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