Rope Memory

I am forced to be in accord with this discord! To be Ruth in spite of the fact it is neither my birth name, middle name nor my surname- I am perplexed, perturbed whatever word is more vertigo suitable. I myself am not a suit person, though at the time am able to put one on and take one off. Did you know in Montreal they do not turn off their lights, they shut them off.

Dick does say- Nob…

I interrupt and say who is he? Cuckoo nobody I know. Where is the ride going this time? I have an affinity for space odysseys. Yet, I do believe- I am not going imbibe any more wine.

Dick now says Nob cuckold…

I interrupting again- there is more? There is always more, confidential- conspiratorial, always more! Please, no more I implore! The wine once tasted fine. His sharing is a preamble - disclosure foreplay. Did you know female whales are called hens but they do not lay eggs? Was Moby Dick a sperm whale?

Dick tries again - being a bit of a dick, detected that Nob cuckold, cluck, cluck,

Parrying that which I do not want to hear state I do not understand. Who is Nob and what does his tale from your interpretation have to do with me?

Dick clarifying replies- Nob’s bird the other man’s wife went back to the once upon now again beloved formerly cuckold husband. Which in one way suggest Nob is now oddly cuckold- you get it?

I poker face him and claim I get it -I guess! The predator becomes the number one until the former first becomes the predator and in time regains number oneness and the first predator becomes road kill. Isn’t Nob a Tolkien character? What I do not comprehend, is why are you telling me this, Dick?

Well, you have a shining for Mercy, and that was the prolog.

Wait she is the cuckold, cuckold?

No, she comforted the Slob I mean Nob, at his gain loss.

You are a good dick Dick, I suppose?

Not really he was crying for many to see.

And you did have to watch?

Well I was watching Mercy, and she was comforting the Blob, I mean Nob.

Did you smell a saving, you junkyard karma dog?

Dick shakes off the question and goes on- You know that I know you thirst for Mercy, I am just providing backup information for your consideration.

I play indifferent and say - I am a noncommittal man, there is always next week- anything for a poem. I mean relationship stuff I do not particular like...it is so… personal. From a distance, it is I and Thou- then when the two ropes tie it becomes quite knotty. I and It quite pathetic! We against the world quite tragic!.

Dick interrupts my rant -his face flushed says - I drove her home! She has deep, deep dark secrets, best to stay away.

Dick, I do not understand? Mercy me, though I am only partially interested, tell me more – I say.I should have said say no more, but partial interest on my part means oh man, oh man, how will I get out of this feeling and tricky dick

Fret not my friend. She is not what she seems. I talked to her all weekend- Dick did say!

If she is so dark why were you with her all weekend? Stop the salivation salvation stance and accept that you are closer to death than your birth.

Dick now says -well anyways Nob was crying because the wife went home to her husband, it was pitiful- the part or parts that required my pity I am hazy about. I saw that she pitied him…held him …talked gently to him. She…

His words suggested it was lame, but his face radiated envy. I threw in -she is beautiful in a safe way (though not for me), and to receive her gentleness was a blessing for that Nobody whichI did not know. My eyes opened wider as the finite muscles around my mouth soften.- that her...

This I wish to forget. Yet here it is! These memories what are they?

DAUGHTER BOTHER FATHER

Once upon a time there was a beloved annoying little girl whom asked her father tedious nonsensical insignificant questions that lead to grunts from him which catalyzed more nonsensical questions, which required even more grunts. On one fine day the beloved annoying little daughter asked her father why he always answered her answers with grunts ? He grunted! She hugged him, and as his eyes redden, he sighed and replied that he truly did not know. She was taken aback, an adult who did not know why he behaved the way he did! Ridiculous! Were all those things he told her throughout her life all lies? That conspiracy was bigger than the Santa Claus fiasco?
The following day the annoying little girl looked in to her dad’s twinkling eyes and asked a tirade of tedious nonsensical insignificant questions, and he merrily replied with further tedious nonsensical insignificant questions.

THE FIRST END.

What is faster than thought?

THE SECOND END.

Who can hold light?

THE THIRD END..

Relating – is this the Great Work?

MIND THE G AP.

Go Figure!

I have been fighting on the frontline for my whole life, but recently one of my scouts returned with dangerous knowledge which of course meant dull knowledge. There is no war! There is no other! She found their code and discovered that they had the exact same code as we had.

Some languages do not have the words(sword) -friend and enemy, they only have friendenemy. Friend and enemy side by side!

My cunning scout also relayed to me that the war was funded by a pretender king, trying to distract from the true lay of the land. The pretender king earlier discovered the power that be was a gracious but passive force. The pretender king could only reach the true ruler until he put down his crown and released his active role which would coax the beloved leader to stretch beyond neutrality. The king threatened by his own survival refused to surrender his crown! What would a king be without a crown?

He could not do it - it terrified him!

Then the land that he assumed he ruled fell into an endless war! After a bloody long time the king sensed an arising for something other then this dis-grace. He spread out his scouts throughout the wasteland and one came back and said there was no war, and that I was the pretender king! The warring sides were merely my preference against my disagreements! She provided me a code, now I have to engage the now to decode this ruling code. Before the scout disappeared she wrote on my heart with a sword-'and stuff like that!'