Wedding Plans

no words in my head
no music in my head
only
white lace
in my head, only
white satin
in my head
I’ll look beautiful, as Michelle
said
but there’ll be no words
in my head

no pen in my hands
no guitar in my hands
only
credit cards
in my hands, only
chequebooks
in my hands
to pay for all these strange
demands
And still no pen
in my hands.

all Love in my heart
all Future in my heart
no
quiet doubts
in my heart, and no
pale angst
in my heart
I walk to yet another
start
with no words
in my heart.

What do you think?