Jerry In His Right Mind Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

The agreement between Jerry and Terry
was to touch more and talk less. Terry
did never to keep a score. Love flowed
in a river of actions of touch.

Jerry saw chopped actions like chips
of wood and thought the soup wold be
one of word chops instead of pork chops.

First he took a bell. Its ring went uwith each act of touch. 'What! Jerry surely you
can let this thing callef love go on without your dumb bells.'

I'm recording how hard my kisses landed on
your forehead. The world has to know the time and hour of day for this bell can feel it when I knock a cold kiss hard on your forehrad.

Jerry, listen, hon, the world knows you care. Terry, I was loving women this way long before your romance thing. The
world knows not howant hard to kiss
a woman on the forehead is.

Thanks, they say, for being a failure for
you proved us right. Woman plus kiss, tells a story of no love. Woman plus
effort with a metal object seals deals we
may as well keep a wicked score of. Some
counts will absolve us for they will reach
in the hundreds.

Ask me more questions, and hon me later.
This work, is kissing work I never thought
would be on the conveyor belt that landed
us here.

Master Jerry, when will this counting stop? When I run out of kisses and numbets.Nobody stores them in the same cupboard. Hence my invention of a bell kissing ringer, is about to make a new break. Let alone the kisser on whose neck will hang this bell of mine.

Talent, they say comes out of curiosity. Wonder who will sign up to be first, Terty? This husband of yours, lest they
claim the idea, patent and all.

I heard the swallows were swallowing hard and swearing as they wiggle their black tails.

Jerry, why are you scared I will divorce you? Terry, this bell I ring told me one day it will not ring. It said it was warning me. Nothing lasts forever.Better
enjoy it while it is there.






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