The Interference of Time on Love (or, Vice Versa)

Epithalamium for Jan and Yasuo

Stone

marriage, said the stone, is the interference of time and love

whose insolubility is all circumstance

is about adequate to the null notion of human influence on ocean rage and catacombs

angel

brrrring! angel, having heard “catacombs” not a Stones word nor throwaway, brings herself to a full Hello as if in drag

which is true in spilling the beans while letting the cat out of the combs, intercedes

nein, mein, herren, quoth the Angel, her freckles prickling

marriage is the calm eye of calamity

the ring-a-ding of an alarm clock

            that only works if you set it

            for lovemaking that creates an ever growing bed to take care of the manifold

            generations who inhabit this Gayland

            of Marriage, especially after the

            murky years as paratroops

            waltzed off this passionate couple laughing

            in front of tonight’s crowd

stone

crowd? said Stone what crowd?

I say of the stone, it is a stone.

crowd peels off image like an orange deepening

then accelerating, readying for the stock car race

angel

a reception! comprised of an organ grinders’

monkeys’ tin cup and a bush

swallowtails swallow that’s all you get

angel lifting up up and away like a balloon

lucky Pierre-style takes stone with campari

upper and uppest

against his wishes so he says but hey,

when you’re a stone what can you do?

that leaves the honest air to recapitulate:

Epithalamium for Jan and Yasuo October 30^th 2007