I slide into silk
cut a model smile from perfection
to paste over the hole on face
smiling like a grin-painted clown
chewing frozen clouds from brown paper bags
smirking at moving pictures on a screen
with drink to beat my brain to pulp
feverish faces, paper mouths, newspaper eyes
something from a nursery rhyme
my mannequin body stiff
from pretentiousness
a carnival filled with delirium
unmovable lights
to capture my every move
smiling like a grin-painted clown
putting on the best show
even Mother Nature would be fooled
~ Mannequin March ~
