I was talking with Steve Orlen, my friend, about lyric poems.
I've never managed to write a really good lyric poem
and this isn't one either, but it's
sort of an attempt at a sheerly musical kind of poem.
It's called "The World is A Wedding."
Starts off talking about what do you hear in a church.
You know, you go to churches for funerals and weddings.
"One day, dearly beloved.
One day, dear departed.
In the meantime, transported, retarded, and recorded.
If you're lucky, you get your honeymoon, your souvenir spoon,
your jump rope, your love boat, your lump in the throat,
your thank you note.
Your love nest and your nest egg,
your who's next and your wooden leg.
One day, you get to be the avante garde, the NASCAR,
the trump card then it's go slow and think hard.
One day, father of the groom, a real goon,
the flushing bride full of pride, the high priest
to hear confession then you are walking near the rear
of the procession.
One day, you're the little flower girl skipping ahead
and shredding petals then the white haired guy who sweeps up
rice smiling to himself, and thinking
that was a really nice."