Flowered line sweet perfume
Fragance nervous of the groom
Mists of doubt creep in eery silence
Organ plays death march to finance.
Coal dust upon the white church floor
Radient black clothed assembled adore
Virgin bride white dark robes flowing
Hypocrysy hailed from puppet bestowing.
Left side filled and opposite bare
Testimony from assembled there
Charged from oaths from whom knows
Resplendent black beyond white clothes.
Wedding train white spewing smoke
Coal dust misted throughout that spoke
But, oh! The plume of beauty blackest train!
Mists still linger…coal dust ..wondor at again.
What a train glamour black entrance
Mysterious express train of chance
What a ticket! What a ride!
Alone on platform..sighed…
What a trip
Glad that’s over
Black taste of clover.
Sweet black perceived
Left wiser greived
What a trip.
What a f…trip…