Herbie Mann Comin' Home

Friday, March 4, 2011

Miss Jones



My love's hungry for its own eradication,

but it's a lemon I can't swallow whole

until circumstance comes along and wedges,

skims tangentially by and zests, just squeezes  --

her fingers adept on the kitchen boards, and

with the utensils found in the drawers, a chef.


Fast moving like a dance when it's called for

but patient with the time, waiting for the reverb,

the well-echoes, the satisfactory plunge

a taste makes when it bulls-eyes.  The zen

of plinking a sexpartite cross-section citrus shim

between the ice cubes of a tall, cool glass of H2O.


And her appearance, smearing itself like ectoplasm

what a goddess in that she can walk on her hands.


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12 comments:

  1. Oh lordie...did you write that...I loved it.
    and Bing too
    and I remember those old cartoons (I was VERY little) of the dancing flowers and bugs...loved the music with them..

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  2. Supper's ready for spiritual food,i'm hungry!

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  3. What a goddess this Miss Jones is, and able to walk on her hands too...a zesty woman..bkm

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  4. Suz,

    Thanks for the love of it! Bing thanks you, as well. There's a synchronicity involving Bing and me throughout my life. There's much in his public performance I like a lot.

    As to the cartoons, they were the same ones I must have viewed on TV also as a boy, stuff done for the theaters back in the 30s.

    Trulyfool

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  5. Isabelle,

    It's true. Sometimes I do get this yen -- and isn't that the dinner bell I'm hearing?

    Trulyfool

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  6. Barbara,

    No goddess can afford to be a slouch. She'd have to turn in her union card! So Miss Jones can be certified as skillful, yes.

    Trulyfool

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  7. Walk on her hands? Now that's a rare talent!

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  8. Please feel free to share 1 to 3 poems with our potluck poetry today, first time participants could use old poems or poems unrelated to our theme, Thanks..
    Happy Monday!

    love your blog, your poetry is impressive!

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  9. Tess,

    Some meditate. Some take gymnastics.

    TFool

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  10. Jingle,

    Thank you very much! Again! I'll get myself into gear.

    Trulyfool

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  11. I really love it. The rythm, the sounds, it goes and flows perfectly until ...do I dare to say it? Oh well, I dare: she walks on her hands. Now that can't be right. She is a goddess!!! She is merely human, because she is so damn good. She should be walking on high heels and every step would be like puncturing someone's dream or she walks on a crusade to some fine cuisine. I don't know. I am not a poet but you are.

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  12. L.A.Speedwing,

    Thanks for your good words!

    Never second-guess a goddess's means of transport. She's agile -- and may be wearing high heels, too! (She's just not walking on them at this instant).

    What can I say? It's a kooky universe!

    Trulyfool

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