Superstar!

Bachelor's leave the chapel, huddled like they were born there The groom belies grinning for photos, his nose bleeds into his boutonnière The best man is drunk and elsewhere I'm just happy you're happy The hairdresser took several shortcuts, their bangs are short and erratic Mendaciously the bride is sharp as sawdust but only in pictures is she ecstatic Contours define the lines of a Superstar! Lighting embellishes expression and chapters in memoirs Though none of it may be true It's best resembling you, nostalgic and misconstrued Memories are fragments after enough hours and booze No matter the magnitude Reassembled in conglomeration Instinct despite dissimilitude I'm just happy you're happy Party hats and birthday candles, the ashtray edges of a cul-de-sac The chimney sweep checks for bed bugs like weddings rings in a champagne glass Projectors confine the signs of a Superstar! Each expression and squint, subject to the scrutiny of cameras Though none of it may be true Explicit and imbued with technicolor and perfume Memories are fragments after enough hours and booze Monumental or subdued Devils reside among clergy and carnations Distinguishable by the polish on their shoes I'm just happy you're happy Brimstone and fools, the cock and the bull God I need some serotonin, the sidewalk is growing weeds In between the cracks and silos or the tracks threaded like prayer beads Cadence of footsteps and whispers, pirouettes on dead leaves Cufflinks and chimes, adjustments of the mime Ear plugs and slippers soften like stiff drinks in summertime Muffle the sounds of tap dancing or records skipping and scratched Warped from the attic heater, humming like a Cadillac I won't be long, and I won't belong to any topiaries Flirtatious missionaries weave flags I'm just happy you're happy