Monday, October 31, 2005

In Closing

At the core of an apple, there is a perfect math. It owes much of its nature to science, and it's pretty blue eyes to the sea below.

Thing is, the sea is suing for custody. It's a funny thing, because aside from the pearls and sunken treasures, the ocean can't pay for a lawyer. No self respecting member of the BAR Assocation will work Pro Bono for 85% of the world. It's just not feasible, and no courtroom can hold the surging deluge.

So, for now, the matter stays tied up.
Bound and gagged. Tarred and feathered. Shollacked and tethered. Ziplocked and baggied. Sassofrassed and handlebarred. Kid gloves, alabaster mitts.

In the back hall, there sits a buffet. Dusty and messy, cathode raised and alone. No one eats there, but the macaroni and cheese still has that crusty layer of congealed cheese skimming the surface.

So, for now, America waits.