Matrimonial Bed

by Nick Jaina

the banner of King Kong
in a karaoke song
twenty-seven hours
to pretend that nothing's wrong
bleeding popes and priests
at a politician's feet
the ringer beats his bride
like she's seven pounds of meat

your tiny eyes are red
your tiny eyes are red
so lay your bee stings down
on our matrimonial bed
the angry beasts have fled
the boar and bison, dead
so lay your conscience down
on our matrimonial bed

the room feels a heavy weight
like a lacquered seventy-eight
it's scratched but still in tune
only eighty-four years too late
the singer's recognized
peels a handbill from her eyes
and murders thirty widows
with her ninety-seven lies

your tiny eyes are red
your tiny eyes are red
so lay your bee stings down
on our matrimonial bed
the angry beasts have fled
the boar and bison, dead
so lay your conscience down
on our matrimonial bed

© 2010 Nick Jaina