Well look, the wedding guests are here again.
Why not just send a card?
Snapshot. Smile and kiss. Snapshot.
But this bride has such a red face!
Let her scramble past pardon en route to the loo.
Evacuate the taffeta dire and paunchy.
The groom is erect.
The groom downed three pints
and stole from the caterer.
He would never be no grownup.
This part we'll remember. Dull and easy.
Before the corpses and officers.
Before the dementia-nurse
and waiting for Mama to die.
Silverware. Cloth napkins. Carafes. Gather round.
Sit pious and clench yourself.
What's within should be held in.
Choke it down. Medicine for the long haul.
No more wildness is why
I chose no more wildness.
Now scurry ho, before someone else
goes down on the bride.
Isn't that her in the distance, up the pole?