His Burning Bride

HIS BURNING BRIDE


Certainly it is him
The incessant coughs give him out ;
He is in the balcony
Wrapping and kissing his defacto bride .


His dejure wife snores
From her side he steals him out ;
No, he won’t just blink ,
Till both eyes are fully screened
With carbon from his mistress’ chimney.


Though forewarned by his carers
To stay clear of self-suicide
So much he hates himself
That in love of his burning bride
He loudly knocks at quietus’ gate


When the arrow of habit hits him
Like a dog that wants to cough out a bone he does 
Till he spits out jelly-red ;
Too much of these have happened
That today he smelt burial mat.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Mccoy Avatar
January 23, 2014 at 8:10 PM
good use of metaphor... "When the arrow of habit hits him Like a dog that wants to cough out a bone" ... enjoyed
Kayode Avatar
January 23, 2014 at 8:23 PM
Thank you Rex , when a poet of your calibre passes a poem as being okay,the poet can go to church for testimony. Kayod5
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