Jagged white, uproarious light
Drink-drenched sensations
From the previous night.
Watching the wedding parties
Turn, turn, around they go
Groom and bride, bride and groom
New cast, same old show.
The gentle and the wife beaters,
The constant and the cheaters,
The happy-ever-after seekers,
We move on.
Later, in a scarlet bodega
Clustered tables, raucous aroma
Experience authenticating
Existence validating
Congratulatory glue that sticks.
Then an upturned chair
Something moves that is far too quick
And the cheeky little cockroach
Says click, click, click.
And the cheeky little cockroach
Says click, click, click.
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Author:
Luke (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A poem by Louise. Enjoy :)
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A gem of a read Luke - the flow drew me into the local festivities and the metre started my feet tapping at that "drink-drenched" Valencian Wedding.
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