HEAVE, INSPIRED PORTICO
Standing on the edge of a precipice
overlooking a deep-blue sea, I was
only able to think of marriage again.
The guy there was on his fourth,
and happy to be. I thought why?
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Instead of glory, all that failure
over and over with love as the
returning illusion. A conga drum
was playing, and 30 strange people
trudging dances across the floor.
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Weddings never make it in my book:
Enticement, followed by alienation;
then sadness, regret, and sorrow. For
all I knew, that was the law firm the
crazy guy used. I stood there, looking
for something to do. Eat the cake, but
please, don't gag.
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