and Harry Feldman, two hours already <br />“Help is on the way, ” said Bob Bonaparte <br />assistant custodian at Spinoza HS. <br />Harry repeating for the third time, “Go help the poor <br />not everything for yourself.” <br />Eventually I said softly, <br />“Gimme a new line.” <br />“Certainly, Bernstein.” <br />Then he stared at Ella Mae Moskowitz <br />and said tenderly, “Today we shall do it <br />without lubrication. <br />This Commandment the Lord has given me.” <br />Ella Mae Moskowitz replied, “My first general order is: <br />I will guard everything <br />within the limits of my post <br />and quit my post only when properly relieved.” <br />Suddenly both kissed, then separated. <br />“What the fuckery is going on? ” I mumbled. <br />“The Lord has blessed us, ” said Harry <br />and Ella Mae added, “It’s all about suffering.” <br />Without warning the fluorescent light <br />flickered, then went out <br />and the gyrations commenced <br />and I waited in the corner <br />listening to love.<br /><br />Charles Chaim Wax<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/trapped-in-the-elevator-with-ella-mae-moskowitz/
