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I

              The subway train loses its way, finds a ceremony,
              and takes a hundred passenger shit.
Flower girls throw ashes between the gazing them.

Wagner's Here Comes the Bride is not Wagner's.
              Earlier, the organist argued with the groom ov'r
              who, Liszt or Chopin, got the most vagina, until
              he got two fingers bitten off.

The father carries the bride down like a bass
and throws her back into the sea. A ring pillow
floats alongside disproportionate maid smiles.

              The best man cuts an onion slice for his cheek.

Blah, blah, blah.

"I do," replies Vince. Anne
echoes him. The organist resumes.
              Mendelsohn pounds his fist!

              Schubert asks, "What? The song again?"

              Liszt blows pipe smoke at Schumann who fans
              it with his royal flush draw.

II

              The photographer turns blue inflating a wedding
              cake from his prop box.
Vince smears the first slice into Anne's face,
shocking the banquet room.

"Objection!" screams the maid of honor.

The microphone snakes over to the best man,
and bites him full of nerves.
              "We are gathered here today to say goodbye
              to a great man!"
With a Smith & Wesson, he coats the head table
with his own brain fragments.

Shortly after, the maid of honor pries open his cold fingers

and resumes. Anne, with a bloody face, finds the wash room
with her ex-lover inside and deep throats his member.

Blah, blah, blah.

III

The bus arrives with twenty pairs of Annes/Vinces.
              The bouquet flaps its wings and shits into reaching
              hands.

Her ring's stone grows into a concrete chunk.