Domesticating garden state!
Though wedded to your floral bed,
when I wake up to allocate
discretionary time, my head
is filled with high-rise reveries
of Gotham town’s décolletage.
It burgeons into dishabille
with skyline vistas by the barge
along the Hudson’s rusty edge.
For though in sickness and in health
I’ve benefited from your pledge
to bide me till I die, the wealth
and glamour city life contrives
exceeds that of suburban wives.
For the Girl Skimming through Hitchcock’s
I see you think that scanning stuff’s okay.
That scenes included on the DVD
are boring fluff that just get in the way.
They’re merely there for dilettantes to see,
instead of what the movie needs to say.
Then why in hell grow up and get engaged?
Why plan to celebrate your wedding day
and have romantic fantasies assuaged,
if afterwards you’ll simply reproduce
at Mother Nature’s
Start scanning till your child’s in a papoose
or, further, to those years when you’ve addressed
old age. But if you haven’t time to spend
on narrative, fast forward to the end.