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(courtesy Rev/Dr Tom Bentz
8/12/16)
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Something
there is that doesn’t like permanency
Or any semblance of it………….
Oh yes, we’ve
assembled many a thing with nails and screws, even with oxyacetelene welding,
to make them last. But under it all
we’ve always had a thing for configurations that can be quickly taken
apart. Folding tables, telescopes,
umbrellas, tents, stuff that can be made smaller or made to disappear at will.
It is even more so
now. Could it be that I am aging and see
my remaining life as a camping trip? All
trappings to be easily folded and put away when the time comes?
I thought about that
when it came time to assembling a wire trellis framework up on the deck, which
in our old house is merely a 2nd floor rug-shaking porch only
slightly bigger. How would I build this framework?
Simple to nail or
screw it to the existing deck members, but my mind came coming back to someone
eventually taking it down, and how much easier it would be if I just used
C-clamps.
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Expeditionist
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Easily assembled things
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including for a hoe-worse
Zepata
episode III
Zepata and El Dayo
Instalment III
For the next several days
Zepata and Dayo only
hear each others'
sounds as they shout
encouragement
to each other, Zepata
with Irena
in the cabin, and
Dayo and his mare
in the
hastily-constructed quonset
a barn of sorts
For Zepata the amigos will do anything
and Zepata wants Dayo
to have a roof over his head
for when they are at
rest
so the amigos dragged
corrugated steel
sections up the
mountain for Dayo's
shelter
It had to be steel because Dayo when he
is with his mare
destroys wood structures
beats them to the
ground
so intensely as with
all things
approaches and
executes El Dayo
so great a hoe-worse
there never was
Now this is the thing
for Zepata and El Dayo:
Irena and the mare
are not playthings
for the two
stallions' rest and relaxation
Oh yes they are that
but when there is
liberation work to be done
against the Federalis
and wealthy land-owners
in the lower lands
they ride together at
random times as a foursome
to keep Irena's and
Mare's
blood up
to keep Zepata's and
Dayo's blood up
for in May Hee Ko
blood is everything
Something of Zepata and Dayo
has gotten inside of
Irena and Mare
making the latter as
furious fighters
fierce and likewise
indefatiguable
in all ways and
everywhere
as the former
After six days of
jousting retreat
a mirror flashed a
signal from down below
Tomorrow signaled the
compadres
Come tomorrow
Bring the dynamite
Bring the women
Saw-dight comforts Zepata
We have one more
night here
Irena pours red wine
and uncovers
the leetle creek-et
cages she made
during Zepata's
absence
and the creek-ets,
from down below where
Irena gather them
good and true Mexican
bawgs
begin to sing
begin to lull Zepata
the music of them so
much he did love;
and Irena in the dusk
lights a candle
and oils her lithe
body with a concoction
of her own:
Rosewater for a base,
then added equal measures
honeysuckle nectar,
axle lubricant blended
with saddle mink oil
and Witch Hazel heated over
candle flame to bring
out the scent
to flood the cabin
with the scent
her long and slick
black mane wound
into a wreath and
secured with catgut
from her guitar case
Already Dayo's hooves were punishing
the quonset
a primeval sequence
which incited
Zepata's pituitary
incited Zepata to
shout encouragement
to his faithful steed
from their distance:
Ole, Dayo, Ole old hoe-worse
Ah-ha-ha ha-ha
Ah-ha-ha ha-ha
rejoins El Dayo
They think alike
these two
In so many different
ways
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