Monday, July 11, 2011

Beatle Juice

Image borrowed from Bing

Beatle Juice

Sauntering in the headlands
this magenta morning, with Beatles
blithe-fully billowing over my face
like a Mumbai scented scarf,
I looked up to find Lucy O’Donnell
astride her white stallion prancing
across the electric blue with impunity,
galloping with her diamond head back,
her rainbow feathers fluttering as
I lie down in deep clover, faint
from distant incense, falling
into a tambura daydream,

my face aglow with wet kisses
from Mother India, staring at sensuous
swirling marching rows of violet eyes,
become breathless beneath the staggering
weight of billions, a teeming tower
of beautiful humanity rising like rabid
brilliant orange moon blossoms,
arms intertwined, back to belly,
swelling humungous into a cumulus navel
with me squarely at the crux,
on the sweaty bottom,

John and George returned
in perfect harmony, all four
Liverpool lads blending superbly
into one stentorian voice,
our voice, my voice bouncing high
off the Taj facade, becoming liquid
silver chaliced Ganges wine,
muddied, bloodied, littered with
fat yellow flower petal corpses,
teasing the anxious quivering lips,
reflecting demons in its burgundy depths
as it slid past our tattered welcome mats,
and was gulped into our awaiting mouths;

bitter at first, heady on the prow of our tongue,
suddenly rendering itself into soft embrace,
honey-humming as it dropped down
our bare throats, sweet at last, devouring
every yellow pepper note with
our reluctant yet eager swallow.

Glenn Buttkus’

July 2011

Listed as #31 over on Magpie Tales 73

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Tess Kincaid said...

Yummy. I'll have what you're having.

Doug Palmer said...

Like it.

Tess Kincaid said...

This is brilliant, the title, the concept ...I love it.

Cherry Jensen said...


Remember to stay away from the brown acid.

chiccoreal said...

Glenn: Totally trippy! Flashbacks are fun eh? Loved the tactile here;

slid past our tattered welcome mats,

plus your voice is so very excellent!

Pat Hatt said...

Nice, greatly weaved verse, just don't change that to an e and say it three times, Michael Keaton can get annoying..haha

Brian Miller said...

hehe, very you licked the wrong stamps today...or the right enjoy the beatles....stopped by the rok n roll hall of fame in cleveland the other week...i will neither confirm nor deny i know what that stamp comment above means...smiles.

Claudia said... me some beatles sound and all that goes with it...we've been playing yellow submarine with our brass band at the company christmas the Mumbai scented scarf

Natasha Head said...

Flashback indeed! Wonderful, groovy write Poet...and lots of fun in my memories that surfaced as the result of the read. Think I'll pause and reflect a moment longer, thank you :)

Marbles in My Pocket said...

Been there done that--several times. Don't dare try it now! Great write! Love it! said...

I can never seem to comment at your site. I enjoy your work very much. This piece has especially wonderful diction and fantastic rhythm.

John (@bookdreamer) said...

I was there but remember so little...

Brian Miller said...

haha a fun flashback for the memory books man...thank you for being a part of dverse brother...i appreciate you

Beachanny said...

It was a cosmic experience when Sgt. Pepper came out. The planet (of a certain age) seemed to rush out and buy it at the same time and came home and got "high" on the music alone. The time was ripe and the diversity was lapped up..poetry, passion, color, language, moving in reflections of kaleidoscope eyes. I remember it well. I still have the record although the cover is crumbling.

Claudia said...

ha...remembered this one immediately..enjoyed the re-read

kolembo said...

Ooo, nyum! Swallowed whole-scale but there's juice running all down my arms!

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darkangelwrites said...

Loved the images, loved the last stanza!