Faking Pace

A handsome girl in pink
Walk gaily on the Broadway
Enchanting with a nameless grace
The billboards’ illuminating
Performing the play
Bounding Manhattan as a lace

Everything
Seems to be okay –
On the surface

Dinner time coming
No word to say
Everybody’s on their race
Only smiles, faking
And courteously goblets sway
Heart drumming, stiffing her face

Everything
Seems to be okay –
On the surface

She hears the requiem lucidly beating
Television freaks out but is coy
Off she goes, steady then frail pace




Damn enlightening night
24.05.07
01:56 a.m.