Girl Why Him

train marriage

limp white chrysanthemum limbs 

bent around the black oiled cables

screeching in rattling orbit until final ends

when the dog barks at the falling train

nuptials and rings, the chipping wet surface

closes around in totality

what steel band with steel stones and rust inlaid

too bad 

honey you will - 

screech for ever

and he sways with liquid dripping down his front

conductor’s mouth cold, heavy and dumb on the levers

and its all empty, cavernous and blank

the feeling of unbrushed teeth

the reeking of no socks in inch thick grime

you wonder if you ever loved this?

or if u just stuck

like a fly to the hand

spit to the cheek

gum to the lip

flattened, devotedly, to the queasy rocking burps of the old man