my eyes to this day still annoyingly roll
that is, whenever I care enough to recall
those hideous blue buckled shoes
not to mention
that dreadful dress too
think little Bo Peep meets Lash La Rue
lacy puffed cuffs
mantling the shoulders of
a civil war looking apron overlay
is this a wedding I wondered or
a house cleaning party
just add in some corset like feeling
under clothes
torturing a breathing body
to be predisposed
giving misery itself a new mailing
address
and any real comfort no place to go
just replace the buffet with troughs
and ten gallon chilli pots
and the whole ordeal could be written off
as a laughable Barbara Cartland meets
Louis L'amour underwritten by Andy Warhol
of course
Oh and spare the tossing of the bouquet
I'd rather be catching a flying taxi home instead
in fact as soon as humanly possible
so I can take off these ridiculous clothes
and promptly burn them
so happy trails Bridey and Groomie
now get out of my way this bad window
dressing I'm wearing needs to run into
some seriously high flames...........
(July 28, 2014 1050pm)