Marriage Of Opposites

A Marriage Of Opposites Creates Desperation Numberless suns in the past, Ezra of Euclid said, there wasn’t an earth. Empty life consumed the eon miles in a universe of perdurable time. Linda his wife said, I tell ya ya still smell as do chicken livers as they fry in butter. Git a bath. And as your doin that talk to the white walls of the lav. Way away from mois. And brush yer damn tooths. Linda had some work to do and she did better if there was peace and quiet around. Ezra liked audiences, said I can see your truths. My deep black knuckles will trail in the running water like ten thinkers in a midst of golden moons at sunset in the hollow autumn. I hope not to hear you work. A Grandmother Asserts The Truth Is Not Around You gotta eat him, all of him before he gets away, Linn says as she cracks the skin of an uncleaned carrot with her old, delusioned teeth. Mary keeps crying, saying mumbled stuff like he’s leaving me for a last time and that’s final. Mare is ugly, I mean, so ugly that this is truly a sad story. Cause Jim is a warm body. Liked Mare because she put out and more. Anyway, there’s a pause, then Linn’s mom walks into the room after using the john and says, you guys sound like you value men. Hey, believe me, they ain’t worth the shit I just dumped. I had one man once who told me he loved me and I could see he was telling me the truth and I left him. It scared me. I wasn’t used to the truth, especially from a man. A Retard And His Wife Wheat is the essence of life, she said as she had her lunch. He spoke, what is wheat made of? I do not understand your grains. She looked into his eyes, I love you. He teared, I do not understand wheat or love. I do not understand you. She lifted her plates and took them to the sink, woe to me who feels I know ordinary words. I feel I don’t know one sublime emotion life has given me. I have many secrets. He angered his soul and said, I need one who will answer my questions. You have always tried. What is your garments saying to you now? My mind cannot endure a second longer because I wish for righteousness and cannot find it. You are the closest I have been to the word. You are the closing of my journey.

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