February 2001

by fabled construct

Posted to Poetry on 2003-11-20 13:36:00

Going to the chapel and we’re
Gonna get Married.
Going to the chapel of love

Viva las vegas,
I love paris in the wind.
We can spend our money, feel vaguely at ease.
I bet the river looks gorgeous this time of year
I could eat these for days
Our song comes on in a drunken light show and smoke machine.

Once the moon is over
we can live without feeling
Our lives will be intact
and paris was just a pipe dream
and marriage was barely a dream

One look in the other direction and we are bound to the misery of desire.




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