Saturday, August 04, 2007

Summer Wedding

Another wedding cursed,
ended as it begun.

Fights between the maid of honor,
the best man’s wife, and the deejay.

The deejay shouldn’t have got involved. His simple
actions were like urine pumped onto an electrical socket,
positive and negative particles of drunken drama
swirling in the highball of life.

The bride and groom left out the back door,
through the kitchen,

as police sirens circled the hall.


Blogger david dodd lee said...

funny piece. you should try doing
short prose poems, add that to your arsenal. Look at Christopher
Kennedy's stuff. Remember Bonnie Jo's little short shorts. Not only do you seem suited for them,
publishers tend to want them because hardly anyone writes them.

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