Poem #2,777 | Wedding Breakfast

A jilted [un-buttoned] rose
with lip-ish pouts of petals
was there – gutter-nestling
[tossed?] & settled – tip off
of another Lewes wedding
that may go Pete Tong in a
decade – misdemeanour’ll
flower – Here a hundredish
fag butts – heft confetti on
step-worn flagstone where
time has sucked for others –
Their nuptial breakfast left
to cool this morning too? A
plaque of splattered blood
[records of pissed fisticuffs
in night-afore shenanigans
between men in ill-fit suits
weighted by a deposit] – In
a flowerbed a broken tooth
& a fat swab-wad of loo roll
[crimson-heavy] a wet vow