wedding invitation.

had the privilege
to deny
the invitation
of witnessing along with
desirable food
a ceremony of when
a man and a woman
are guaranteed a life together
for even, after-death life,
as extension, ofcourse.
And guess what,
when I dropped my family
and witnessed red coats
and fancy cars
I stopped by at a tobacco shop
where after each minute
a man— dressed up
came along with a man—
frowned in his walk.
speaking about
who is the man who owns that mansion.
coasters loaded with people
several bikes and a number of cars
and at first I denied entering
because
like a corpse I felt
and like a happy man I couldn’t dress
the conversations then,
were everything but important
the agenda was anything, but the ceremony.
the day I will be guaranteeing
a life forever
with you— I would prefer no one around
but the people who know
what is it for me, to be united
with you.
what is it for you, to be the number one
for me.
and now I am having myself
sitting on the side of the barn
listening to the traffic
that quite sync with what’s going on in my head.