stephenpickering's posterous

stephenpickering's posterous

Stephen Pickering  //  Writer - Musician

Sep 9 / 12:55am

A New Poem | "Pre-Nuptials

Imma gonna marry you
I can't take it when eyes are so sullen and blue
I'm just not interested anymore
I'm interested in the stars and opening their spring bottom door
Take it slow
Let all the rest of it go
I'm gonna be a much happier cannon
Workin all week saving up for the weddin'
A house of turnips and emerald grass
The neighbors will all sigh and wave as they pass
Who's that button poking his nose through the glass
Wait up too late and his fading lights will dimly ask
Send him to Cancun we'll sport the bill
His last shot at dancing getting a thrill
No mammas too tough to ask back her babe
We'll leave too early so she won't know 'til light we got away
Stay all night get drunk til dawn
Then fly back home and curl up on our lawn.
Babe hold on to the last string in our score
We'll wrap it around the 12 headed monster bursting outta the sea's silky door
No no don't drink that sour old milk
We can't chalk it up 'til we've sealed the deal.
I know, I know you want to be brought to the village door
Hear the headmaster's roar
The only life worth livin' was just outside of town
The cityfolk sayin' that bastard's a clown
I think back dark how cold it was
Christmas was soon the town was abuzz
Too brave to start
All strung out got no heart
As long as I'm not threatened let me go
I want to see how the ice caps crystalize in the snow.
I'll never forget the tears you shed
Or the lives we led.
We're brave souls in the nest we made
It's all headed to hell, but at least we'll have each other right up to the last day.

  
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