Jacques De Boys
Jacques De Boys Poems
|1.||The Natured Course That Was Mis-Nurtured||4/29/2013|
|2.||Sonnet 1: Would I Be Better At 400lbs A Year?||7/21/2013|
|3.||The Valley Of Interest||4/30/2013|
|4.||Aunt Jemima, My Next Fling.||7/7/2013|
|5.||The Atlantic Ocean Has A Numbness||7/16/2013|
|6.||The Scars Of A Lion||4/29/2013|
|7.||A Funeral At My Wedding||7/5/2013|
A Funeral At My Wedding
I'm sure this has happened before...
this is different, but no different.
Her & sincerity dressed in white- undoubtingly, she's
more ready. Her bosom, as outspoken as any activist.
I'm convinced that that's what I'm vowing my interest to;
Frankly, I don't think she understands that
in the flesh is a siren that has forgotten its sound.
Plenty of whatevers; I yawn over any prepared promises.
Only when she's drunk, I offer my half of love. But this is new
to her, a silhouette of what she forces is what she sees. I'm
dressed in ...