To abundance
We heave a hale
and hearty and
Prosperous lexicon.
Cocktails on the hour
Giddy girls
In matching shifts
Giggle with delight
The borrowed and blue
in lockstep up the main aisle
The bride has urgency
In each fold
Of the pressed dress-whites
And the clock
Signals a hesitant
And bashful biology.
There will be no
Scream
No shriek
From the back of the glass-walled
Chapel.
No crucifix pulled from the
Wall
Insterted between
The handles of the door -
As the wedding
Party parties on -
On the door.
Benjamin
Doesn’t grab
A shocked -then grinning -
Elaine -
To make their
Way to the back
Of a getaway bus.
As I am (and always have
Been) Benjamin,
There can
Be no victory
That can’t be undone:
For me, the future was,
And has always been,
Plastic.
3 comments:
this is gorgeous. ive been reading and reading.
this is writing. and i love it.
thanks narsisizem
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