“Your Wedding Day”
My best friend’s a jockey
my other friend’s in a noose
let’s dance away the sunset
your wedding.
The desert starts to waver
my skull and a cross
in a necklace I gather
forever to be lost
your wedding.
Miss ill for your troubles
to gather this mass
the white tulip opens
your wedding day.
They’ll be here in an hour
your body’s in flames
your heart’s cut to pieces
your wedding.
Your hair is lighting
a candelabra
tomorrow is done
for your wedding.
Off-course by his branches
through trees and his weeds
the candlelit gazebo
your wedding day.
Punished of course
and dread fills each second
to lumber encroaching
I can’t come
your wedding.
Arrived early
this bell and glass hands
your love fills this horse
to dig up the souls and lost hands
your wedding.
Princesses and princes
to punish this land
rub one on gravestones
across this clearing of years
veils ashamed
of your wedding day.
Beneath a poplar the popular pastimes
and all is borrowed
four leaves for wine
birthmarks and freckles
beneath lonely and fallen
your wedding.
nicholauspatnaude 