ladies and gentlemen…the bride and groom!

Ladies and gentlemen…the bride and groom!

 

even the doctor

was surprised

flicking through books

and yawning over google

for a diagnosis –

wedding tourette’s

she called it

 

ice sculpture!

i shouted in response

horse and carriage

honeymoon night –

it just came out right

as she struggled

to find a response

 

in the end

i was prescribed a course

of heavy cynicism;

three times daily

i tried, i really tried

hand clamped over my mouth

as i bellowed out

here comes the bride

wait for the speeches

the best man’s doing what? With who?!

 

the medication was modern

created to limit connection

to kill all hope

and feeling

i knew it wouldn’t work

so, i stopped taking it

threw away all cynicism

the first time

you and i spoke

 

now,

it’s worse than ever

something slipping out my mouth

every time we’re together

champagne!

let’s spend the rest of our life together

it’s been two weeks!

deeply afflicted

with wedding tourette’s

i tic in your presence

unable to stop

fairy lights and candles bright

we’re gonna have fun tonight!

i spit out a guest list

whilst buying coffee

plan a first dance

when i’m supposed to be listening

yell out venues

in the dead of sleep

this condition

is chronic now

in the presence

of the one

i want to keep