Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
Detroit dropped away after the big band wedding, where The Sheik of Araby climbed the hot pine hall & the two of us killed a bottle of Laphroaig that we bought by the church from the bulletproof glass man. The next day, she got the call - he had died in her room. The marriage began to sag at that exact moment - something failed, something failed, something closed that never reopened. I was alone breathing her desperate air, her secrets almost off the tongue, almost vulnerable, but left unshared, carried alone, held away from me - I found it out the hard way. I still feel it, the green empire of the reception night punctuated by her lipsticked cigarettes, & the trumpets calling both of us back inside for last call.
0
Oct 24, 2018
Oct 24, 2018 at 1:49 PM UTC
After a Detroit Wedding
Detroit dropped away after the big band wedding, where The Sheik of Araby climbed the hot pine hall & the two of us killed a bottle of Laphroaig that we bought by the church from the bulletproof glass man. The next day, she got the call - he had died in her room. The marriage began to sag at that exact moment - something failed, something failed, something closed that never reopened. I was alone breathing her desperate air, her secrets almost off the tongue, almost vulnerable, but left unshared, carried alone, held away from me - I found it out the hard way. I still feel it, the green empire of the reception night punctuated by her lipsticked cigarettes, & the trumpets calling both of us back inside for last call.
EvanS
Written by
46/M/DC
Oct 24, 2018
Oct 24, 2018 at 1:49 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem