Le maudit Mo D.

one fork only

In a bulging border town of pink and brown and brown, a man in his sixties removes his kitchen from his house.
Where once lived eight forks and eight spoons
Eight plates and eight cups
Seven of each were taken to the curb
Not to Goodwill (this man hates the idea of giving his things away)
But for the trash men to haul to the dump.

Now he only has one of each!
One plate
One bowl
One knife
One spoon
One fork
One cup
One can opener.

Even the friendly, squat microwave was taken from the house.
Sat on the curb, taken away.

No one will ever come over! No one can eat! No one can make a mess!
He also canceled cable and proudly bragged about this to his teenage son,
Who was confused.
If his teenage son were to come over and want to drink some water
Would he be told no?
Teenage son is afraid to test this out.

The man's wife had left him
Moved to a pretty house near the sea
He wanted to go with her, but she just laughed in his face.
So he called his first wife
Who also left him to live in a prettier house
(this man is blind to all beauty, lives like a wood tick, only to eat and die)
She doesn't know about the kitchen
No bowl or spoon for her
Only him
One world
Cold and empty just for him
Just how he likes it

Posted by Zerd at August 26, 2007 01:53 PM