poem: sacrilege bold
able-bodied midstream dithering,handcrafted barrier islands,
indigenous malingering
professional zealotry
the long arms of worry
calculate the mistimed sacrilege
bold new warriors in
the blind soup,
nomenclature rifled,
crispy critter inundations
the noble fest wreaks
havoc in the wayward mists:
go west, go underground
ancient of daze, angle
your tide-worthy ass
up the festival kissfest
of winsome gerrymandering:
that's soulmandering, you
nebulous fool, it isn't the wonder
of it all that makes me sweat,
it's the regal touch, the nods
to diamond lives
best sequestered in the blaze
of your furious demise,
frost feathers gathering
potion #9 looping
your mongrel avalanche
the jasmine fates
will linger past 9, &
then fading,
insinuate the amplitude
of your curious
intrepid
mortality
rate.
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posted by murat11 at 10:51 PM
5 Comments:
Love the crispy critter inundations with angled tide-worthy asses wriggling in winsome gerrymanders (not to mention slithy toves) and soulmandering salamanders dancing and prancing in the flames of the best sequestered blaze, so hot it turns to ice and produces an avalance of frosty mongrel centipedes. (Want to eat a chocolate-covered cockroach?)
This might be my anthem these days. Or at least, there ought to be a t-shirt heralding those bold new warriors/ in the blind soup. Liked all of it, but maybe especially the call to:
"go west, go underground
ancient of daze, angle
your tide-worthy ass
up the festival kissfest
of winsome gerrymandering"
Made creaky folk like myself smile.
Anno: Creaky you ain't, girl, though I am happy to oblige with t-shirt fodder. These little babies have to sneak in through all my teachery ambitions these days; glad when they do.
an artist who could handcraft barrier islands would deserve a little malingering doncha think? I couldn't pick out my favorite lines and phrases - there are just too many. I could find something juicy in almost every line (though like Anne, I am creaky and would wear one of those t-shirts)
nomenclature rifled
ancient of daze (that made me smile)
sequestered in the blaze of your furious demise? Lapis Lazuli!
curious intrepid mortality rate (bean counters will never sort that out)
I hope you are having a spectacular year in urchinasia!
Ms Dee: So late in getting back to you on this. Indeed having a wonderful time in urchinasia, but man, am I working more this year. My own (intentional) fault, but all is very good. Glad these things still manage to slip through the cranial nooks.
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