Chatter; chatter; nag; nag; shut up they cry; proclaim a truce; dug beneath the
Dermatitis dramatics; ghouls forlorn; faces exuberant in detail; wistful; smiling;
caving; longing; sunning; words without need; need without words; immaculate
conception. She stood; Farrell watched; gracing the parapet with parenthesis
and parochial intent; grin overlong; foreboding yet intuitively inviting. He stood;
Ferrell watched; pour poor swine; marital bliss; marital kiss; marital law; sternly
facing the couple; mouth aghast; shouting down the crowd.
“Is there anyone here who finds fault with this union?”
Farrell held his own; run they say; heir to the throne; a testament of guilt; to be so
overly apologetic regardless of circumstance is to be appalling; it’s unheard of;
even throughout the salient circles of silent elect; neglect yourself.
“Arthur your wife knew too well…”
Reminisce; reconvict the perennial cyst; they kissed; marital bliss; marital kiss;
marital law. They stood; Ferrell watched; skulking the heads of unleaven bread;
heathen and sheathing the sickles instead; Ferrell construed pastures anew;
skipping the scene; sauntering down a back alley boardroom.
Farce off the elbow.