AFV Poems III

Regarding Marriage

Love-besotten cut key questions in crops,
hire zoo whales and helicopters
and gorilla suits
as Mercury.

Yes. Who says no to a camera?

Overheated grooms and brides, preachers and flower girls
drop like axed trees.

From the unnatural stiffness, the tight clothes,
a groomsman wobbles, rights, and stumbles again
through a hoarde of swans and penguins
to dent the creaking floor.

Say certain gods:
"How obvious can we get?"

Now cakes are misapplied: eyes, chins, breasts, crotches:
A sexy, vicious frosting.
Elderly relatives choke emotion into the wrong end of the microphone.
The table of food greets an incompetent dancer with a shower of potato salad.
Dionysus wants a better party.

The horses toss the brides,
the wagons run over them, nearly.
Veils rise like northern lights,
and their billowing signals
the transition between a lifetime apex
and the moment
where the great Swan chases the white feathery cloud of her
around the lawn,
goosing.

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On this televised field,
We know it is more likely
that the proud model plane will prefer,
to the infinite sky,
the back of his head.

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The sock puppet shakes Clinton's hand.
A giddy hand draws a clown nose on video Bush.
A child apes aptly the president's confusion.
The motorcade crashes slowly into itself.
Entropy is democracy.

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