i doo-doo?

what the F* is going on here?

i'm trying to write some kind of wedding vows.

and it just isn't working out.

it's not a loss for words, a lack of trying, or writer's block, either...

i mean,

i've got a laudable laundry list of wills and won'ts,

a loutish lambasting of shoulds and shouldn'ts,

and even a luscious lamenting of long-lost coulds and couldn'ts.

but what i don't have,

is a perfectly phrased paragraph of warrior poetry.

mother*ucker.

i mean,

how can i say 'i do',

when all i've got to offer is 'i doo-doo'?

weak sauce has wormed it's way into my writings.

that won't do.

nope.

not one little teeny-tiny bit.

so it looks like a long-lastin' late night is on the menu.

tonight's special?

a sumptuous slab of simile,

a heaping helping of homile,

and a fattening flank of facsimile;

that is,

a reasonable reproduction of the raging stormswept savage gypsy heartbeart

i've got for nearly-wedded loveliness.

only,

it maybe shouldn't be an alliterative allegory of amorousness,

or a berserker barbarian battle-ballad.

or should it?

i mean,

i've got some vows, y'hear me?

some solemn, some sanctimonious, some scandalous, and some sweet.

what i'm missing is a solid opener.

i mean,

who wants to hear me read off a list of stuff i may or may not follow through on?

not me.

plus,

i keep almost ending it with 'never quiet, never soft'.....

and that's not exactly a tear-jerking romantic sentiment.

just goes to show what it's lookin' like on paper.

more of this.

so,

it's back to work.

and down to business.

love, honor, cherish, obey.

wait.

obey?

who invited the giant, and his posse?

c'mon.

i've got a few ideas.

and i've got a pen full of ink.

let's hope i can marry thoughts to words to actions,

so i can marry all the rest after that;

never quiet, never soft...

(see? not romantic at all)