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...there's a wedding going on and I don't like this crowd a fellow with a ponytail oiled in a queue is pushing flowers in the trunk of an auto as if he were thrusting down a corpse the Bride is like a wet stiletto the Groom is Dracula and the father looks like an English country gentleman! Help! Even the sun refuses to shine... I should have stayed in the entrance To the university of Palermo Studying the proposal for an archaeological Congress in Marsala, the importance Of the ambient sea. And next to me, A girl reading from the same sheet Stuck to my side like a magnet. Who will be the first to move? Too many stay in shaded cars Although the day is overcast From many, a dark and languorous glance Contains the duel within the dance. |
 Patrick Waites
lives in a terrace beneath the shadow of Winchester Cathedral, UK.
In 1994 his first novel, Launch Burial won him the
Southern Arts Writer's Award. His poetry has been
published in such anthologies as Children of Albion
(Penguin, 1969) and The Language of Poetry (McGraw-Hill, 1984)
as well as in magazines and radio broadcasts. This poem is from
his latest collection Palermo Beat (Edizioni Della Battaglia, 2001).
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