The air has blown a howling hollow
And left nothing inside
Such the power of your scream goodbye
Such the power of the tumbling ring
And the resentment in the eye
That leaves

The kitchen sink has swallowed
The howling hollow followed
Goodbye
So many married words
The I do’s of the confetti herds
Have gathered in the aisles
And arranged themselves
In top hat and tail
With hope the king
In pastry tiers and icing flails
The diamond bling
the whipping tales
Of a wedding dress
White
And veiled
And lacy veils say it all
Hiding eyes

You were never 100% pure

The semi covered face
the quickened scrawl
Of a thousand wedding invites

The church hall is empty now
The high rise plughole
A reality cow

The star machine
No longer milking

‘ TV Chat’ and ‘99p bella’ reflect
On the table top neglect
Of flicked through magazines
In a salon
As she sits in a lathered daydream
With the sun tan imprint
Still in-between her third finger

The band of gold
Has ceased to linger there