a Catholic clings to his Rosary beads as this sets in again
drowning his sorrow in prayer; Jesus is his only friend
a sunset over the hotel, with the businesses, and the misses
isn’t she just his mistress?
he says good bye with a gentle kiss behind closed curtains
and a locked door
he heads home to his future wife
to find that he only wants that *****
where is his friend now to clean up this mess?
she's starting to see the signs; he's in distress
but it all adds up to this beautiful caricature of indecency
the most intimate position that has been laid for their intricacy
already contaminated with the lies that disagree
with the actions taken by the husband to be
his nerves are only an addition to behavioral repetition
but what's inside this beautiful building
where everyone is happy and glad,
singing and swinging and beaming and redeeming?
a wasted journey so he fears
because what lies overhead will bring her to tears
like cigarettes on the ground
used only once
guaranteed defeat is sound
and chaos is accepted, like a scene
from the pulp
but he won’t drink the orange in one gulp
if he tastes the poison that haunts his veins
and pours out her last feeling
he watches it as it delicately drains
it leaves her dreaming
of the success of the wedding
that she had planned from day one
the queen and her veil lie on the floor
undone