Mexican Episode
NARRATOR
Magic at the cave-hole! Buttons into Two Ladies!
Stealing! Thievery!
Two buttons let loose!
Two buttons popped, pulled off -
a magical display!
They're dropped off
to do a knavious duty,
a thieving duty for a devious man
big in his designs.
Chapter 9
Mexican Thievery
NARRATOR
Two buttons pop off in the newly happening
forms of two ladies (wives)
doing that thieving business.
From off his cuffs
come two magical
button-ladies (wives) sent to do
a certain duty amongst the fruit
and alcohol
(like bees searching for basic sugars).
These ladies are flying off at his
bidding, laughing, awful scorn!
He suddenly lets them go from his sleeve.
They fly. They blunder,
not used to carrying
penny-button costumes amongst their apparel,
(the little of it that there is).
They stumble and flower like the flitting butterfly
around the fruity bowl that’s stuffed
and flowing over with goody things.
They surmise as best they can,
after laying in on a cuff as buttons for a few hours -
lazing there in a daze, attached:
perfect, round and shiny -
plates of luminous perfection
on his shirt.
And, he is so vain: a laugh glory!
He thinks and gloats
and sinks (in his heart)…
Anyway…
He sees the perfect perspective
of their view and effort
toward the heavily loaded table,
that bountiful place:
so straight, so simple and offered up
to the gods.
Will he steal? Yes, he will!
Using two special envoys secret,
as if they’re invisible hummingbirds
quickly darting in and out
and picking the most favorable,
flavorful sort.
Huge, humungous, seems the bolstering,
bulging papaya. They’ll bring it home
up to him.
His hands don’t do the trick.
Their small, tiny fingers do all the magic:
somehow sticking and removing,
throwing through the air,
such fruits that are welcomed gently
and softly inside his booming basket.
ONLOOKER, after listening to the story
The two little copper-penny buttons -
bounced off by a voice above -
flying their sleeves and two cuffs
to deliberate knavery and thievery.
Not very feminine of the two of them!
Not very favorable?
NARRATOR
Into the table place
not set out for them
but for somebody else,
they squirt in, off the buttons,
as real people! - real ladies - skirts flying,
legs having gravity and feet touching
wooden boards.
And there’s the food!
Huge clumps of bananas, apples,
pears, grapes - and drink!
How they manipulate -
how they attach and swing effortlessly
large vegetable bodies
towards his wide open-mouthed bag,
set out to accommodate their rich spoilage
and thievery!
Those two girls, conscious-less,
contrive to unbalance all the
table accoutrements to
full, complete emptiness.
All, best into his bag!
ONLOOKER
Two perfectly small copper pennies leap off of
his cuff and embezzle all
the funds true, and fruit,
toward his toting sack.
NARRATOR
The ladies confined in brass
upon his sleeve now bounce forth
smiling, leering toward the goods
of the bowls and bottles
on the tablecloth to be ripped off
with so such subtle movements: up,
levitating secretly, balancing and
falling in - once again -
one after another,
into his vaporous toting sack.
ONLOOKER
It’s very indulgent,
this wayfaring description of misuse!
NARRATOR, with further descriptions
What table is this?
What providings?
Eagles, hawks, ravens perch…
Two copper pennies
result in a hauling of the best
of this man’s stable;
and they drag it out
toward the distant darkened cave above.
They have no compunction.
They are willful slaves of the Master Giant
whose arms are
flailing them off
popping, certain to land
like sneaky four-legged cats.
Sput off his virgin white cuffs
from his voluminous Mexican shirt,
the two ladies, proud from home,
have to steal their own provisions
at a table much too large
and exaggerated.
They’ve become blank-faced, being buttons;
but, once in that moment released
from his cuffs, they lap forth
in their skirts again, super-human
and good at throwing fruits, cherries,
grapes, sponges into his bag.
And then, to approach the big bottle of brews...
Understandably, they hesitate!
It’s a huge glasseous bottle forged by wills
of alcohol-inducing idiots
made to pronounce you
fervent - unfavorably stupid!
But, it’s still worth the while.
They try to approach…
How, with their small, diminutive shape,
can they figure the bottle’s spells
into their spoil?
ONLOOKER
Two buttons bring everything:
fruit, cherries,
grapes,
whiskey, hopes, fears
and all the rest.
Right into an open bag,
just as he likes it!
(End of Chapters 8 & 9)
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