. The Poet's Beat .

. The Poet's Beat .
"A working class citizen is apt to see this country for what it's worth... A miasma of interlocking variations on differing demographics and geographies unlike any other inhabited space in the world. The American Dream. The rolling footloose hills and the upstanding Apache badlands where criminals cut bread with priests and the children of Hollywood. I am no different. Yet I am still brazen enough to think that the world is a playground built by the rugged hands of a hard-working man in order that my fantasies be materialized." -- P.P. Vonnersdale

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

The Shrimp and the Wedding Party

One of my best friends was married to a beautiful girl a couple of months ago and I was inspired to write this poem about their fabulous wedding reception...

- The Shrimp and the Wedding Party -

His were thin and fragile,
those that bore the blood,
such slender salmon-covered fingers,
each fan-tailed soldier of the crustacean army
fell to the insatiable southern seafood appetite
of his digits,
nodding and chewing,
a mouth full of meat and ideas,
reluctant to ever leave that mob of fervent devotees,
each belly among them a capsule,
enclosing the grinded muscle meat of a satisfied shrimp feast,
the wedding party on the groom’s old patio,
tall and skinny
and tipsy,
responsible for the shaking of all those greasy hands,
his own wrists so weak,

I am a stranger in this gathered throng
yet I share in their love,
and I share their shrimp,
away from the obligations of greetings and goodbyes tonight.


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