(no subject)
9-19-81. the proud priest pluc
ked the final feathers from the
wild groom and the wet of aging
eyes fell like lazy lead balloo
ns. "this do in remembrance of
the truth. let the weakened ha
nds of wisdom crush the foolish
ness of youth." i sat and watc
hed the bride's maids milking o
thers' husbands for their money
. saw the smeared smile of the
organ in the corner, pounding o
ut the the death chords of thei
r matrinomy. like some organ o
f a donor, forcing every one to
breathe. "in sickness and in h
ealth? in shared cancerous wea
lth?" vows exchanged for cheap
er things than we'd ever buy ou
rselves. "an honorable estate,
or a fixable mistake." tattooe
d maps on each other's backs of
routes for quick escape. "take
her, now. for better, far wors
e. in this motel of a church."
he does. "till death do you pa
rt. this is how it starts." s
he does. he closes his eyes fo
r the stained glass kiss. sigh
s of celebration pushed through
screens of thirsty lips. they'
ve won. they're one. the coup
le bolted through the doors und
er a storm of rice raining like
hand grenades. now the congreg
ation laughs along with the win
e and whiskey serenade. the tu
xedo tornadoe spins around the
dance floor, looking up silk dr
esses, cleaning up old messes.
and, well, killing second guess
es. "i love you.i love you.i l
ove you.i love you.i love you.i
love you.i love you.i love you
.i love you.i love you.i love y
ou." she slipped her curious h
and into his deep and drunken p
ocket. everyone knows what the
camcorder wants. an intimate
procession and a honeymoon in t
he bronx.
ked the final feathers from the
wild groom and the wet of aging
eyes fell like lazy lead balloo
ns. "this do in remembrance of
the truth. let the weakened ha
nds of wisdom crush the foolish
ness of youth." i sat and watc
hed the bride's maids milking o
thers' husbands for their money
. saw the smeared smile of the
organ in the corner, pounding o
ut the the death chords of thei
r matrinomy. like some organ o
f a donor, forcing every one to
breathe. "in sickness and in h
ealth? in shared cancerous wea
lth?" vows exchanged for cheap
er things than we'd ever buy ou
rselves. "an honorable estate,
or a fixable mistake." tattooe
d maps on each other's backs of
routes for quick escape. "take
her, now. for better, far wors
e. in this motel of a church."
he does. "till death do you pa
rt. this is how it starts." s
he does. he closes his eyes fo
r the stained glass kiss. sigh
s of celebration pushed through
screens of thirsty lips. they'
ve won. they're one. the coup
le bolted through the doors und
er a storm of rice raining like
hand grenades. now the congreg
ation laughs along with the win
e and whiskey serenade. the tu
xedo tornadoe spins around the
dance floor, looking up silk dr
esses, cleaning up old messes.
and, well, killing second guess
es. "i love you.i love you.i l
ove you.i love you.i love you.i
love you.i love you.i love you
.i love you.i love you.i love y
ou." she slipped her curious h
and into his deep and drunken p
ocket. everyone knows what the
camcorder wants. an intimate
procession and a honeymoon in t
he bronx.