Free Write Week 10

 (This poem is a revision or reworking, after another close reading of Chapter 10 "Writing Poetry")


Why 'Abstinence only' is the best advice a parson can give to a young couple.

Downstairs in the lobby of The Grand Hotel,
After all the nuptial preparation had been tended to.
After invitationals and denouncements,
and the white calla-lilies are perfectly maligned,
and the china is split and polished,
and the champagne fountain calls
from the hallowed background.
The preacher arrives early and waits
for the smiling mother to be and to not be
escorted the her street. Then enters.
John, two something he said to himself
do something he said to himself.

'Jack and I frozen, over whom the Kevorkian first whispered.
City mortals, with only one bag of bagels, but each
One warm, good-fruitful, and koshered with love,
Humane, brandy-legged adolescence, what children.
With an iron bit in two starring, as one's eye is widened.

'Whose apartment', I asked,
Over whatever sat, floated, or sneezed.
In a studio carved from marble and wrought with gold lace,
We huddled in green corners like freshman,
At the first taste of scotch, or worse--Milwaukee.

We ran to taxi's and rushed from the late shrieking emblem.
Reach the brown-step, reach the damned step
And I lost my lunch somewhere. That gay smell of cancer,
Surrounding the swelling of stomachs like a good nectar gone black.

I am supposed to fear, no be kind, not perfect but, kind of like fear.
Considering his image or her image or his/her image, I must have dreamt
He or she or he/she it is not, nor longer awake.

Distance is grand. I realize how grand it is to be at a distance
from The Grand. I walked around my own studio, wondering
what, shot, why shy, no one ever lay (that particular) text at my pelvic.
We got the name wrong. and now so sleeping are many,
While we are sleeping', while, I am

Downstairs in the lobby of The Grand Hotel.
Jane and John are about to be for life,
Marred, Jane is happily going over her final
Fates, while John is busily reciting the pledge
Made to himself to never
Forget what he learned
The Last time he was running
from her, no here.