Friday, July 11, 2014

Mudslide

Abalone in a buzzard's beak.
Crab's just a dollar, but the buzzard's cheap.
Donkey spends his days keeping coyotes from the sheep.
Elephants polish guns.

Foreigners follow fading stars
to bring gifts
and clean houses
where the illnesses are
jumping in the blood
like kangaroos licensed to fly.
Meanwhile,

the mud keeps sliding.

Nuts are cracking open, and the odor's strong -
patches and the quick fix left too long.
Three footed rabbits and a siren song.
Excuses on the tarmac again.

So, I'm watching CNN in my underwear.
Embracing vertigo till I just don't care.
There's Beyonce's new wig
and yak jamming xylophone.
The zoo feels like home,

and the mud keeps sliding.

For Corey's prompt at Real Toads

17 comments:

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I especially love your cool first stanza, which really hooks the reader.......loved this, MZ.

Kerry O'Connor said...

I see the ABC thing you have going here, MZ, add to that the rhyme and the refrain and this exceptional poem sets the bar incredibly high!

Mama Zen said...

It gets weirder, Kerry. I was trying to explain to my mom how the whole poetry prompt thing worked. I asked her to give me an A to Z word list. When the first word was abalone, I knew I was screwed!

Sylvia K said...

You never fail to amaze and delight me with what you create from a prompt!! Love it!! Have a great weekend, MZ!!

hedgewitch said...

For me this started out like one of our mutual witchy brimstone jumprope chants, if FB will allow me to borrow her tag, and ends up in the sincerest vertigo I've ever heard of--interestingly, following my own drift in this prompt, though doing it in a much subtler and more biting way. Deliciously rank, delightfully warped.

Susan said...

How amazing that the playful rhyme, meter and ABC-collection of live things in odd places, doesn't make me laugh. I am left haunted by the mud slide and the uncertainty of anything ever being the same! Sounds marvelous read aloud. As a nursery rhyme this would work as well as "Ashes, Ashes, We all Fall Down."

Helen said...

.. and it's a slippery slope, that sliding mud! Amazing poem and naturally I'm trying to concoct a way to sing it.

Herotomost said...

The mud keeps sliding is a powerful and somewhat disconcerting line. It really adds an oozy quality to the poe, sooner or later careening into a full on California mud slide. this was exceptional writing. One suggestion though, I think you should have couple it with a pic of you watching CNN in your underwear...really bring home...lol. Thanks MZ!!!!

Herotomost said...

Jesus I fat fingered that whole last comment....sorry MZ, hope you are not shitty and resentful about it.

manicddaily said...

Yeowch--sharp, clever, very mordant. Thanks, MZ> k.

Magaly Guerrero said...

Frenzy. Chaos. Media madness in tornado that makes complete sense.

I hope the elephants remember...

Arushi said...

It was a funny chaos i must say.... Really well done....

Fireblossom said...

*waves flag*

America! Yeahhh!


okay, now what?

Sioux said...

Okay, I must have been served an extra dollop of dense today, because I didn't even notice the A-Z thing until I glanced at the comments.

Duh.

I especially love the stand-alone lines about the mud that keeps sliding.

my heart's love songs said...

it's not surprising with your musical background, but i find many of your poems could easity be songs. you use quite effective rhythms with seeming ease, or maybe i should say that mesh perfectly with the theme of your poem.

this poem is quite effective! LOVE "the mud keeps sliding" and all its poetential connotations.

brilliant poem, Kelli!

Poppy said...

Can totally relate to the last stanza, along with the last line for its graphic, gritty and chaotic vibe!

Poppy

grapeling said...

damn. mud's everywhere... ~