YOUR WEDDING 97


Invited to yer wedding I’d be
The spectre at the feast
Cursing out my blessings, drunk
Or drunker than the priest
The worst man at yer wedding slurring
Deadpan repartee
‘I’ll drink yer man beneath the ground
You should have married me!’
Propose a toast t drug the groom
An steal yer to a hotel room

With all attendant holiness of truest superstitions
Don’t the contract’s terms raise the smallest of suspicions?
O darlin’ see the man yer swore t love, honour, obey
Forsaking every other, until a dying day
Did he go down on his knees t beg, propose, worship or pray?
O darlin’ take a look again at who yer promised t obey

A woman walled up forever
The traditional thing to do
Young mamies with their babies
Already remind of you
God help you f I’m the Godfather
Of your child to be
I’ll never forget t send a gift
T make it dream o me
Pass around the pictures soon
The exciting wedding night
The babe concieved while wearing white
Beneath a candle moon

So invite me to your wedding then
Incite me to bad poetry
With pages cut for confetti snow
Something blue arranged by me
Lick the honey from out the moon
F*** the bride and f*** the groom

/// Third writing , VERY unfinished.
Four women have made me feel like this, but I do NOT
feel this way full time. Sure, I’d make a great husband...///