Roger Corman, Bride Lyrics

Graffiti covered banks of a reservoir

Partially filled in the hills where the storm flows

Towards the groomsmen, equestrians below

The marsh and tunnels

Laughing in echoes and cheap highs

Cozy and arousing

The bellowing drowns out the cries of rainwater rushing

Mascara drips like gossip from lips

Of estranged members of kin and friendships

The brother of the bride hospitalized

Recovering from attempted suicide

Bridesmaids twisting joints with bible verse

Chortle and gracious

The pastor puffs at parliaments and curses them

To be boring and ageless

Slick grey panels, peeling off of a twelve story building on the rooftops

Migrating birds plot from the dripping handrails

Soft-light in the puddles reflection from the motion sensor alerted by a couple's injection

Downpour abides but the horror-show seeks some shelter

In a pulse or an afterthought, the internet or a cable-box

Buildings leave room just enough for our dejection

Hard-boiled in Fahrenheit's, phantoms and appetites

And corner stories, handsome and fashionable

Where the slaughterhouse resided for twenty-six years

Lamenting tombstones, tinglers and auctioneers

Spinal chords or vertebrae, streams of data and code

Permanence destitute without abode

On the spiral staircase, amongst the werewolves and ghouls

Togetherness, insistent, preposterous and cruel