E and M Wed Together
Two young men always together,
Disassociating themselves with everybody else,
Living in a treehouse for months on end,
Feasting on opium and remaining to themselves.
One was big, quiet, and not too bold,
The other was muscular,
and thin as a rail.
Both had personalities that were distant,
Indifferent and cold,
And didn’t interact with others in the area very well.
They formed their own motorcycle club,
Made up of themselves alone.
When us real men were out with women making love,
All these two preferred was their own.
For many a month they lived inside this treehouse,
By a campfire,
Keeping to themselves
and being quiet as a mouse,
Living this questionable lifestyle from which they never tire.
One flunked out of school
And never passed,
The other simply up and quit.
Deep into their own dark little world they were then cast,
Preferring each other’s company only
for quite a bit.
Shooting heroine must have been so damn good,
Even their souls were both totally absorbed,
Riding their motorcycles at high speed through the bayou woods
Was all they ever understood,
Yet I felt that between themselves there was much more.
These young men eventually became middle aged,
Caught up in their same lifestyle!
Yet they finally somehow met two women
While existing inside their cage,
And at least cohabitated with them for a while.
One used a bad needle,
The other moved far away up the road.
One exists inside a dying old farmhouse,
Hysterically fantasizing where he was somehow enlightened,
The other has ridden away into a place nobody knows.
is a thirty five year veteran writer. He enjoys traveling and living life on the edges.