POST GRADUATE

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.

 

                                    -jim hill (10-24-09)