At 25 I am a gentleman. My future bride reflections

of my mom, purple and deep puritan, she is beauty

of the flat earth. Iocaste's walls and hiding Rex Oedipus

from Laius' winged cruelty. She is wife, she is mother,

at 25 I am a gentleman. My future wife, oh pious bride!


How I detest rubies and wine, opulence and decadent

designs. At 25 I am a gentleman, my future bride, uxor,

pious as Rome's Holy Empire, or I would perish and die

in the 21st century, deeply ashamed. At 25, ode to the

future the world and his wife will be no more.