Sunday, June 04, 2017
INSUFFERABLE!
too mild a summation of Mark and Bellasy.
We avoid them after the latest incendiary
bout!
Her looks flat gone! And his moroseness
like an extended acid fart!
Then, the miracle!
Under the influence of Dr Kildad Morrisey’s book,
Sign here! AND HERE! , they have completed a
14-page contract covering all.
We’re invited to witness, but not the SS.
Sex Section.
Well, anyway, he has regained some of his
limited fun (more regarded, still, as a
powerfully silent “Hunk”) and she?
Can flip on any rag for Starbucks, and
people stare. Yeah, she’s that beautiful!
Even our Stell, who makes up celebrity women on
Live Your Dream! is astounded at her.
Anyway, they carry around their contract,
discussing it super-calmly.
Boring the shit outa the rest of us...but
this can never change.
They exist for each other. No much room
for even Fast News At Six, let alone the
rest of us mere mortals.
Labels: beauty, compatibility, contract, fighting couple
Saturday, March 25, 2017
-She punches above her weight.
-Good Lord!
-Phys Ed, Volleyball Captain.
-And he?
-Round the same size. Anyway,
both give as much as they get.
-Disgraceful!
-I don't know. Their passion includes
violence. Birds of a feather.
-Passion and violence, or those two?
-The quartet.
-My advice for both? Go back to back and
then start walking and never stop.
-They wouldn't. Stubborn. Until they met
up again on this odd sphere. Then, one
word would lead to another...and mayhem.
-At any rate, please don't tell me they're
going to marry!
-Six months!
-Wrong for each other and the world!
-Who's to say?
-And when the babies start coming?
-They'll tone down the vicious act.
-Uh huh? And into middle age?
-Typical sweet suburban couple.
-I don't believe it!
-That's because you must start with some.
Labels: fighting couple, sex, sex and violence, violence
Sunday, November 06, 2016
Their Batting Average
For Cause
Phoned the wrong girl for a date.
He wanted Cindy, a talky personality.
Then he could nod all evening, agreeing.
But he reached Mindy, a stone.
Well, she listened. His problem: the
Honor Society.
Neanderthal politicians attempting
to hijack it! Not a scholar among
them! you’ll have no trouble believing.
Mindy would help him fight! All his
causes, in fact, became immediately
fierce to her! Pattern.
No kids...decided after the first very
very serious conversation–-on a weekend
away from the pressing social external.
She did talk thereafter, and over the years,
but not too much small stuff. Always to
a purpose.
Fast forward to Social Security! They did
a lot together. Battles!
Victories! Some lasting, most not.
Labels: college, college politics, dating, fighting couple, Honor Society, personality, student politics, team
Sunday, July 05, 2015
Combat, No Real Fatigue
“You know,” halfway though their initial date,
“I thought I was the champion of selfish
obnoxiousness, but I've been supplanted.
All hail to the new miscreant!”
She made a sweetly fluttering reply ending with the
word, moron.
Off and running, they. And continued for several
more encounters.
Then, Here Comes the Bride, etc.
OKay okay, belay the Tracy-Hepburn, or its later
manifestations in films by Mike Nichols, Nora Ephron.
The latter: Chick Flicks with clawing techniques.
Well, clawing plus cloying, that’s Hollywood!
This marriage definitely not that second cl-!
They fought continuously. Occasional peace
treaties to lend time to regroup.
Exhausting most others.
For their ten-year anniversary, return to that arch
bookstore’s coffee bar, and repeat the original script,
just about word for word.
The pride in being able to do that sustains the usual war
for rollicking days.
And–-Oy!--years.
Labels: Ephron, fighting couple, Hollywood, Nichols, Tracy-Hepburn
