Saturday, May 21, 2005
Squealin' Feelin'
Quad and the Missuz loose in the streets of Tres Leches, mi-Q off with his buddy Basan in the city's riversouth. Pleasurable indeed: repast at Portland Cement under the trees (yes, a dismal attempt at South A's Shady Grove - where no towering pecan would dare countenance a - gasp - martini, let alone countenance the twirps who would try them: our Ashley, though, was, sweet thing, as horrified as we: worth every bit of the 22.22% and then some), roaming the aisles of the Whole Foooms wine racks looking for Bonny Doons, off to the blissfully hilarious Hitchhikers, and then one last oldfolks' pitch at late night decadence: hot fudge sundaes and oreo milk shakes at Big Boy Shrine of Adolescence - ghosts and the new wave were in attendance. Here, at the crossroads of New and Old, Sturm und Drang, Smoking and Non, were verses penned. This after the scandal of the Newly New Coffeehouse was abed at the most un-24/7 hour of 2300. For shame, but not the poems:
i.
& Peaches
We can’t drink it—
at least we can
write about it:
visible coffee
is a tiny strategy
april’s entrees are whipped
a satiable universe
tickles the rhyme:
more timely than cream
more stately than pie
angels sigh victorious
24 hour house recipe
aged to perfection—
but I held back.
ii.
Flavor Beyond
The vigorous Armenians
red with coffee vapor
a pearl in peril
appareled porcupine
transcendent masters
sandwiched in query
a sentinel missed,
mistress aviary—
3 diamonds, a distinctive flavor
beyond spooned pineapple
wisdom recurs.
iii.
Sacred Jelly
This jive java
is jilicious coffee
the jelly of the bullfrog
starry allure.
spent in jealous fancy
a treacherous june
scooped at jim’s
the sacred jiggle
of jestered hearts.
