So I heard you're getting married

So I heard you're getting married,
And I thought
But surely you cannot fault a porcupine
For being.

I heard it somewhere, maybe in the streets
Or perhaps somebody you might know
My memory fails me
Or it could be my faulty imagination
Out to murder the self
Dreams have been getting darker lately
Just like my days
What's real what's not
What does it matter
There's not much to do
Stay still,
Wait for the rot.

And I wondered,
Who is the lucky guy
What has he done
Perhaps something
From the past life?
Does he know you well,
Surely it's not too early to tell,
I wondered
Out of line, I know
Gave it a bit of thought
Perhaps
I am the porcupine?

The fellows, they ask me
Will you be invited
And I ponder
And I answer,
As much as I'm invited in the heaven of God.
No really,
Did you get the invitations
They say
Worried I think
For what who knows
That what doesn't live
Doesn't suffer, does it?

A bit rushed,
My mother comments
As she folds cloths,
They're saying it's a new guy,
And I answer
We are all God's creations
Equally loved, equally created
Equally able to love.
Oh, she says
That's it then huh?
Mother,
Desires and expectations,
They bring you grief
Let go your hold of the illusion
And live in constant peace.