The Ray Gibbons Affair

So we talked about our childhoods:

rocks, whippings, shoes & night-times.
It is always us who do the talking,
me and her. It is about them.
So many folks up and down
the hills in various ways:

leaping the stairs two
at a time, walking the pipes
that span the gully. Fantastic blood-
baths from dawn to dusk, very tender.
John was barefoot, trapped behind the Chevy.

At the table we expected
another meal for our performance.
We hoped to impress
the next generation with our
shtick as canned as the peaches
in August when eaten in December.

We hoped to stir in it
to grant a feeling
we know lurks still
behind cabinets and formica.
We are the only ones.
who know the truth.

Nothing lasts.

She held that slipper of hers
and got ready to haul off and smack
old Ray right in the choppers.
When mom's dentures flew
out of her mouth,
Ray ran like a man on fire
up Bailey Hill taking the stairs, two at a time.




*Haha and this:


"The ultimate aim of all love affairs... is more important than all other aims in man's life; and therefore it is quite worthy of the profound seriousness with which everyone pursues it."
"What is decided by it is nothing less than the composition of the next generation..."

Shopenhauer.