paved parade of demolition
degradation
lost eyes bobbing
faces falling from faces
from dreamlands & sad other places that
fortune & fame
laid flat
name one old jester not left standing
lonely
on that stage he built for one & only
then...& only then..
lure me under canopies of plastered stardom
corner cafes late night lattes &
short bleak hopes of brighter lights
vestibules of chipping glass
where loners sip their last soliloquies
don heroic reflection while longing to fall
with the faces falling
from faces from dreamlands & sad other
places
that hang in the piccolo hall
© 1998 Rennie
