Chapter 13
Two Buttons on his Cuff
NARRATOR, concerned about an earlier statement
The Two Wives on the sleeves
are more fancier shown, than in his pockets
as copper pennies.
ONLOOKER
Two buttons on his cuff are the Two Wives
and they change when he wills or wants?
NARRATOR
When he says so! Does so!
Snaps them off!
Sends them off.
They come off - down they go, plunk!
onto the table - but, no,
‘plunk!’, you think - but not like that,
but deftly - they land four-footed on soft toes.
Like this; ‘bing’ (quietly) ‘tap' -
with just a small shudder
or shake: a levering or re-adjustment
of the table top.
And then: to go to the bowls!
To approach the food,
How dazed and confused are they.
But, they’re in ‘operations mode’, collecting -
thumping them (all the fruit) off!
Big handled is he (Prince Giant)
with his wide-mouthed open bag.
Soon, the clunks and thumps are
fewer and farther between.
Exhausted, the two women look back:
piled up full inside the bag
is almost all of everything, anything,
they can get or want
from one table!
An inappropriate grin has spread,
and is spreading now,
on the Giant Prince’s face.
He is looking down into that bag
between his hands.
All of it is full up!
Giant Prince, puts the bag down, stands up
and holds up his arms straight out in front of him:
"Ladies, it is all full up, come back!" he commands.
(The ladies go back to his cuffs)
Popping or spinning,
whirling, catapulting,
swing-saucering -
I don’t know how to describe it?
They’re winging over to his cuffs:
on to each single arm that he’s holding
up in a mummy’s stance.
He’s willful again,
commandeering,
switching them,
fiendly hiding
their withering escape;
but I just can’t say it!
They will get back on to
his two sleeves and
hang there, quickly attached...
laced in... strung along...
However such buttons are attached!?
Chapter 14
Continuing the Story
ONLOOKER
Again, I think having the Two Wives show up
on his sleeves like buttons
seems better than hiding them in his pocket
as pennies.
NARRATOR
In history there have been little helpers before.
Obnoxious: they are known.
I won’t mention them.
They are a candle to the wind.
Yet, here they are again! -
coming off of his white flagrant sleeves!
Embossing off of his shirt
to the table freely.
Commandeered by he,
the ‘leerer’, leering up above.
Commandeered by he
and confused, too -
because, they, although zombified,
are not completely willing.
In this, he has to do the work -
because he has to think -
and, in that thought, he has to control
and maneuver two wives:
to not only be roundly confined as two
buttons but to pop off at his command
to commandeer the loads
of tabletop groceries and fineries.
He must willfully think to them
to s’pop them off - to get them to
suspend themselves off of his sleeves
and on to the table;
and this is one flagrant detail
that bewitches all of our real truth belief!
That they may do this
is his one magic reality move;
and it’s known to be something greedy, already!
ONLOOKER
I know it.
NARRATOR
Yet, beyond his big open bag
filling up so full,
we don’t know anything.
Are we going to follow him that far?
Are we watching out for the two hastening wives
charging forward in crime?
ONLOOKER
Yes, I have. But what else?
NARRATOR
And then, they’ll return (to the cuffs)
quietly, and he’ll synch the bag up, dried up -
and we’ll never know all of what’s inside -
because now it’s taken by them
up to an unnatural cave, darkened upstairs,
in a hollow mountain: his behavioral home.
Then, he counts out his riches:
the foodstuffs, wine and all -
musing to himself,
‘Ah, how long can I last on this?’
Deep inside, all alone with
secret fruits,
rinds and liquors,
special punches,
mulled pots of things…
ONLOOKER
And, the Two Wives let out then -
to go away?
(The Narrator doesn’t know if this is true, yet)
Chapter 15
Armies of Care
NARRATOR
Two Wives - two little buttons fair -
helping the Giant Prince to
crowd open his cave,
letting out huge armies of care
and accumulated special foodstuffs
and liquor and rare treasures all!
This, their ‘specific-function fun job’!
Their special case.
And, they’ve come like birds
(humming) through the air to land
nearby and begin to, sort of, smally,
neatly - internally - rescue
(biologically, like flighty, kindly, butterfly germs);
and, to kind of figure out,
re-activate, reduce,
take care of the boy-man’s special, all sacred
business tankards (his white glands);
so that he can get a leverage and
receive a lift-off, like they do:
rocket-bound home.
Yet, the Two Wives, say infernally...
TWO WIVES
Is it time to revisit our busy husbands,
out back there, working
all day and night by large
numerical graphs of figures tight
measuring full or half or empty
their own success;
as money falls or hopes rise and
flatten out to a huge failure?
Yes, I think so.
And, I think so.
And we’re going!
NARRATOR
And they go.
Then, they’ll work aspiringly
with their husbands, too.
This is the end of:
the Two Wives helpful story,
plus, the Doubly Energetic Crime Operations Device
(two buttons) employed on a single shirt.
TWO WIVES
Come off!
We’ll do it again! -
loading food and fruit
into a bowl.
(End of Chapters 13 - 15)
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