One for the road

an ale for better

my ails

for the better

    or

     worst

      of the

better or

of

the better or worst

   of my wedded tales

Those passings glued

unfortunately

time wise

to my acrued

   wisdoms

as sure as I am the only one

been myself

less two of us exist

  I said to myself

     in denial

    that the bar

          charged too much

              more

                 for a third liquor

    than my reason had acrrued   

       more of a  wealth

        twin-ed to   my

         wisdoms

          than was reflected in the balance

           of  my bank account    

"One for road

   two for the sharing 

      at the left  mounted turn 

        and the right avenue

           home

' A bottle  of booze

   A mountain cruise

     When you gone let me be merrier

   A quick dab of pefume

      A pretty lagoon

Come visit us 

     Soon

As the branch in the road

   came live

      as taken drunk as I 

       asking which of you is my root

              and

                 which of you

        is a branch from the fork just behind some where in time  

Just as I had envisioned all would  be

     at a glance at the sign 

      in the parlor

both read

     and said   

"Come together"

"you'll get it together"

With a drink of ail

for the both of you and your ailments.

     Was written by

             Either a light hearted jokerster

                or a fifty thousand year old philsopher

 who was not only not joking

but did not know I'd come along and read in it

    a sign beyond

       whatever was spelled in the letters

...as I drove on alone

           the now living

      drunken road

             to both house and home   

     .... " He" had come along for the ride

alone

      with the two of us

     as I opened the door

  greeted my  amour   

    said no more

      "home?

             "it's late"

        " I'm alone"

   "where is he?"

A question I had never responded to

   in the third person

      "I dont know where he is?"

        "The two of us just drove home"

               "The closet, the kitchen, the sink?"

            "where do you think?"

"How beastly she said?"

        and is all I remember  

a beastly physical overwhelming

   secondly realized in a transient moment 

             at the time

                     Oneness        

     And some sort of immaculate conception   

        of my partnered second companion

           myself

          seen so transiently 

                      briefly

           I've not again wanted a drink

for myself and who ever my

                other

                      what ever sat with me at he bar

  Was  In a ghostly gasp

      for the real

        myself

           for many days     

              pregnant

       with the baby in her womb

not to mention delivered

    shortly

    within my frame of temporal reference

      as died simulteneously

         my other

            to be no more

              be no other

   than an actual ordinary two 

    "me and an actually beastly  you"

       No one

            what ever so ever

          would conceive of

                or know

                   an other

                conceive to date

                        hardly a transient memory             

                         none other

                   than 

                         my 

                            here

                               (is 'she' there?)

                            (I call her for brevity)

                              mate

Marvin Eli Kirsh