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 ~
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