Friday, June 03, 2011

poem: your notorious

sexy shoulder dresses in
the back alleys of Yerevan,

3 to 8 bucks apiece, that's

a hunger richly deserved,

80,000 to choose from,

these are your margins

in the jungle:

sexy jingle to match your

notorious bigs,

hammer the fading dreams

while you slip on the rounds,

carouseling the plangent

afterchords you lost,

childhood poverty,

adolescent fatima,

vagrant deserts in a 1000

lifetimes, Yerevan still

questing, still coursing

through your veins,

this single match

that flames, a failure

in no small magnitude:

if only you could see into me

verified longings,

amber swerves round

the corners,

the music withers,

lifting you homeward.



Blogger Dee Martin said...

thank you for the new word - "carouseling the plangent
afterchords you lost" Beautiful phrase. Plangent found a home in a poem. Gotta love those ads in the margins!
Nothing like LOTR music to wither and lift us home :)

6:20 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Plangent is a cool word, Ms Dee. Gotta go see what you did with it. The ads crack me up. Change your profile cities and see what starts creeping in. LOTR: nuff said.

11:06 PM  
Blogger Teresa said...

I liked the line "carouseling the plangent afterchords you lost," too.

I also liked "adolescent fatima." Very cool poem and haunting.

I don't do LOTR movies; I am a purist, wanting to keep my own mental movie from my adolescent fatima period intact. I don't want anyone else's images muddying the waters.

9:04 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Sister T: Oops. Forgive me: I forgot about your LOTR purity. Quite admirable, I must say, though I remain among the unwashed. I have a cousin here in Tres Leches who maintains his fealty to JRRT and none other as well.

I liked "adolescent fatima," too.

Thank you, as always. vaya con gandalf . . .

10:56 AM  
Blogger Teresa said...

I didn't watch the clip. I just treated the still pic as a fancy-schmancy new book cover, so no real purity lost.

We played a medley from the soundtrack of the first LOTR movie when we were in the community orchestra. Loved the vibes. Since I didn't know what part of the book each section was matching, I just enjoyed the music. There were definitely some haunting parts. Personally, though, I liked playing the medley from the Pirates of the Caribbean soundtrack best of all the Hollywood stuff we played. It had some great syncopated rhythms and a real "Argh, mateys, shiver me timbers" kind of spirit.

Y siempre ando con la magica. Es la cosa mas bella de la vida, la magica del amor...

4:40 PM  
Blogger anno said...

I've got a brand new notebook and "plangent" gets to be its very first entry; "adolescent fatima" might be its second. Love this poem, and all desires that lead us home.

1:47 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Anno: Back from a week in the Commonwealth of Massachusetts: lovely time, lovely weather. I'm happy to be in the notebook: I believe "adolescent fatima" is crying out for a long-legged poem of yours . . .

7:49 PM  

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