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Bewail Levitycuss

R. W. Kerr

a poethetical short story.

Muse Mathew mused...melody...mellowdaze..airy faery fierrry fury..ff..f...feeble..."Philis, where are you ?" No music except the stylovnight echoing rite and Matt left weighted mindful..moving 'maricans milled maestro..mailed Mat..ratified..."Phi"...fair art thou...contract..tactick tock..time..timid..aye..me..."Phi"...why?...white..wait...waaaaaaaa....

Jilted Jay

sailed away

preening Jaded plumage

alone alofty..lewd in mouth for bitchful bewitchful Phi - unmet - left below mingling mangled frame with metal - unknown - ...Remember...the frostime I saw you?...cold deception, three weak weeks ago now...ah gone..a g o n y ...thought we had tightly tied the mesh..tidy mess it must have been. You didn't arrive. I whaited, worried, flurried, fumed, but fated I waited and wailed and wilted and longer I waited....

...al...you were the liveliest lovely when we married...perhaps presumptiously premature..too much tarrying and I trying my symphonies..some fun eh?...being accepted, approved, at such a distance too...we didn't wait long before...I received the first oommission..royalties..that should please...I led and you followed..I at the altar watching..waiting....

...I couldn't wait longer. I phoned..emergency..the line buzzed and I swore...that it was like that at the party..small talk swimming all around..some drowned.. sinking, while we wished together supported by buoyant conversation..you attracted me while I was warming...the engagement brew..ritual for the uninitiated..an excuse to preview the gloom of bedlock...away...

...and then we completed the ceremony...sealed and signed..without sinning..close, but..I finished, honour prevailing capping all..at last...at once away....

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...in the country for two days, I braised, desires, crazed for you...business bloomed and those that liked my patronising patter plumped themselves with the goods on my platter...and you pay me this way...you whole for my soul...but I'm not religious...I rely on justice out of church and chains..your gomorrah's Showing with its cheesy clews..gressy laws...did we try to be as adults try, and trip tip toe into a trap?...another week of Mathew not at home...was he ever home?...marred sex years and still borne by sterile flow, childless, your blood runs free...and I found you Phi....

...iiii...always the career..notes musical to ear tinkling crinkling pocketwise... I kept this tune from you my dear, this fortissimotune in movemement...my little surprise for your waiting patience...while I lead you are lead, inorganicly resonant, we will vibrate together a powerful chord, and you shall cordon and guarden my seed to fruit...we will settle at last..at least a lease..not lost....

"What a bloody mess! what happened?" "Shh! minister's there" "I saw it...belting along the road eighteen to the dozen" "Shouldn't 've been going so fast and it wouldn't 've 'appened" "..kid ran in front of the truck...little bastard.." "..swerved to miss her, slewed in the gravel and smashed into the new hall.." "Hall? huh! new hell!" "..must have had about seven ton of metal on.." "Well, that's meant to go on the road, but not like this" "Quiet, the driver.." "...uhhhmmmaaaa...ahhwwwhhhhh...aaaaaammmmm...oooommmaaaaa...hhhaaaaannn...nnnnnnnnnnn ...aaaaahhhhh...aahhh...ahh...a...." "Is the driver out?" "No, 'e's stuck under a pile of..." "..the poor man, can they not get him out ? He's upside down" "...must be cut in half..." "..minister's holding his head up" "Whose head?" "..no doctors.." "sshh!" "What's 'e sayin'?" "ssshhh!" "Dam' you!" "...aaaappppaayyy...ttttterrrrr...rrraaahhllll...cccaaaa...bbbhhhh...nnn...wh...oooo...mmmm..a..." ".. 'e's dead" "..what's that the minister's got in hia hand ?" "..'s like a shoe.." "..a dirty shoe.." "..a dirty woman's shoe" "...shoe in 'is cabin, raandy old bastaad..." "..shurrup!" "Here's the ambulance.." "..they'll need a bulldozer to get him out" "What a bloody mess!"

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...you didn't answer the phone...I sat sweating..two tickets plainly burning my breast..I didn't know if you were..not coming..sick..or...I wavered but never lost faith in you Phi...belched brandies double...no trouble for us...new life for you, moving with me...stabalizing our motion..me, the wanderer, lusty, not lost now..but, you...where?....

...flew back with doves wings early with music to descend and crescend upon your...here's all I'll say....

...Consternation to constellation,

hell to heaven,

hell plus, helpless

seat strapped,

stripped of fine fancy,

low on land, but,

god's own here

...the great salesman lost a deal..still gained...I'm tired cursing...I'll laugh now Phi...new land for me an old lie for you...Joke...rings me...Let the belt fall now...gutless...godless...blast!....God Bless....

...we leave for the promissed land, premissed for the faithful..you Phi and I shall walk together, talk the weather..music, still..and out. Right has won us our freedom..our destiny..planned...has guided us..righteous wretches..to the new land...oh!..."Phi"..my love...weigh it...our love... wait...iiiit....

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