You Shall Not Be My Bride 02/?/93

You shall not be my bride
You leopard in sheep's wool
Black sheep's wool
A leopard in black sheep's wool

I shall not be your groom
I, a cat in boulder lace
Lace as heavy as a boulder
A cat in heavy lace

I shall be an empty spot within you
In your memory, elephantess, elephantine
Curl your trunk around a column made of air

You shall not say I do
You did, your nose is long and hard
A cuckold beak
Horns that smell
Molting wings drop, glide, and shatter

Lick your wounds with your salted sandpaper tongue
And ignore the taste of blood
You woolen single cat
You childless pussy

I'd walk under a thousand ladders
Just to cross this black cat's path

And I am not a superstitious man