Monday, December 10, 2012

Two Husbands'... Part 2, Chapter 35

 
Two Wives Go Up In The Air Through Rugs

Two Wives go up in the air through rugs

NARRATOR awestruck,
Foaming Tissue Command Director 
(the Witchdoctor) stands on rooftop tiles.
    He has commanded!
The tissues, rugs and monogrammed towels
    have obeyed.
Everything in the castle is under his instruction.
His experimental expertise is now magnificent!
    The animating ingredients
    of his test tubes
    have entered into everything!

A thin oil has cast its sheen
on threads and towels
that lift off into the sky.

See his monogram fly
and glint in the wind!

The Ladies are going through it.
Always monogram after monogram -
    trying to reach
    the other side of the world
through towels, blankets and carpets flying.

That’s what the Prince Witchdoctor
has signified - putting holes without teeth
    in the reproductive center
of every floating, beckoning rug.
This is where he compels the Wives to go -
right through the repeating pattern
    of every diamond shape
    that opens up like an eye
    or a mouth -
and, there he seems to create
a tenderizing, centrifugal autumn wind
    alternately sucking and blowing
    them along.

ONLOOKER
Yes, through diamond-shaped tissues -
and not coughing!

They are like two grains of sand
blowing through the weaves
and getting to the other side -
from carpet to carpet.

NARRATOR
They’re like feminine needle-points
seeing the other side of something solid
after being pushed right through.
    They wake up, gasp
    and take a breath!

TWO WIVES
See! He gets us going!
from blanket-towel mouth
to gaping mouth without a sound.

Except within his belly,
where condensed air, compacting,
compresses like a jet engine
    and whines and whirs
until an all-human steam comes out
of his eyeballs and ears.

He covers his head with a rag.

He chants. He incantates.

(They begin to lift off of the ground)

We are going through!

All the dark vacuum mouths are opening,
letting us jet through in the speeding of light.

Set to - like the sun’s rays
through open mouths ejaculated!

NARRATOR
And all the tissue cloud carpets
and towels are the same;
fanning out meekly
from one side of the globe to the other
and laying down, piled up on their side -
on their right side.

ONLOOKER
And the Husbands go to the wrong side, unwittingly,
searching for their wives!
Will these two men get through on their numbers?

NARRATOR
The numbers are sent,
though the Two Wives have gone.

ONLOOKER
The numbers cannot determine who is there or not
when they get there - when they land.
This I know.


Led Over The Hills

Trip away from the office

NARRATOR speaking of the Two Husbands,
This is how I imagine
that they are let go from the office:
encased, let in - to two numbers.
Generous Zero and open One letting them in - 
up, floating or so they feel -
    going bubbling out
    over the office floor,
    like a drink let go...

Led over the hills...
A procession of hollow, inviting numbers,
white, floating like clouds...
A procession of clouds going over
    the mountains...
A procession of numbers simply dissolving
    into the clouds
    going over the mountains -
not keeping back but going forward...

ONLOOKER
Mountainous clouds, numbers -
    all the same feeling -
and getting to the Two Wives!

NARRATOR
Yes, far away,
over continents,
across globes,
past oceans -
the procession of numbers
    gets there
without much time in between -
singly, simply like numbers can do -
like sound, like light, like sensations
that leave you and are felt around the world...

ONLOOKER
Like the sensations of Two Husbands traveling
    and seemingly waiting
to see their two escaped wives!

NARRATOR
Absorbed by numbers thick or thin,
transparent or not, the Husbands 
stand at attention and wait -
their sad and solo graph paper left behin -
their empty, sterile offices reeking
of wasted mental sweat.

ONLOOKER
The Husbands are free now
to be taken on a ride.

NARRATOR
Their traveling on numbers 
is like the first experience 
of a child on a bicycle:
    scary speed-coasting,
    weightless, defying gravity!
    Being a trickster! 
    A brand new world full 
    of imaginary thoughts, self-inflating -
    not attached to earth!

ONLOOKER
Yet, if spilling off,
very seriously still attached -
   still weighed down.

NARRATOR
So, the balloon numbers
    will drop and fall,
    touch down, dissolve -
let out two Husbands
    and evaporate as numbers -
without hearing thanks!


(End of Chapter 35)

Monday, November 26, 2012

Two Husbands'... Part 2, Chapter 34

 
Oil Drop Blankets

Witchdoctor's magic

NARRATOR
It all happens quickly
like a baseball’s pitch
at ninety miles an hour but
exponentially much faster.

It happens through blankets,
like ongoing light being refracted
through an opening giant eyeball,
    barely blinking,
that’s the size of the globe!

There’s an arc of tiny blankets
    running through,
    with their oily drops
that propel and lubricate the passage-way
   of the Two Wives.

An arc of tiny patches
that appear and disappear
in a flickering wave:  
that’s what carries them through.

In a moment
of quick reflection,
all the weight the Ladies carry on their feet 
is gone. I don’t know how?
That is the Witchdoctor’s question to answer.

But the Wives, though practical,
are used to special magic by now.
They’ve seen it happen
with the Giant Prince:
he turned them into pennies!

ONLOOKER
Now they’re just getting home
to see their two husbands again.


There Are Opening Mouths on the Blankets

NARRATOR
Blankets lifting like tissues,
    one after another;
inviting a Lady up through
the dark diminuating triangles 
    which are opening up
through tremendous vacuums of space
    like hungry mouths,
tremendously empty - and sucking.

How did the Witchdoctor do this?
What are the powers of his blanket toil-cloth carpet?
I’ve been trying to describe them;
though I’m not familiar with their inner,
oily workings.

(He concentrates on his description)

Weaves. beads and currents
through knotted threads
leading up to an opening
    greedy mouth -
a dark black vacuum hole
sucking the Two Wives through,
    like two peas
    through two,
    dark, fat lips.

Knotted thread-lights
pull them through,
mouth after mouth -
on every carpet displaying,
through the vents, dark circles
powered by incantating oily lips!

I see the Witchdoctor’s face up close
breathing roughly,
creating a dark vacuum searching sound.

The thread-light knots
create a special pattern
on which they will depend for flight
when they go.

So, praise to the makings
of the special threads
by the large Village Women;
and to the meaning of
their specific knots and bulbs
    ringing like bells,
signifying a solitary, personal vacuum journey
    through space
    in a blink of an eye -
set to, by the Witchdoctor
and anointed by his magic oil
of mystery, power and love!


(End of Chapter 34)