Poetry / blankpage

i see something on the blank page
but nothing is there,
nobody is there.
yelling in a foreign tongue,
black as tar,
false as ever.

Sing to me, sweet
one. Dance for me
sweet one. I’ll dance
with you, and your smile
as plastic, as it might be
in your mind. I don’t see
any doll factories around
here, not for miles.
I don’t see a passport
in your purse.

Sad comedian;
i’ll make you laugh forever,
as long as I get to grin
every once and a while.

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January 28, 2008

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