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Click herelook at all the laughing dead
milling aimlessly about the room
and rustling like the husks
of abandoned cicada skins
determine the clinical light
reflecting off sightless lens and
obscenely exposing the teeth
in masks of ghastly grins
they mingle with their own
if simply just out of habit
the talker and the walker
the folder and the holder
and this room feels cold but
no one really seems to care
theres no bodyheat anywhere
near these listing cadavers
and all the laughing dead
are powdered and perfumed
but all their nodding heads
hide haunted thoughts of gloom
they are pale worn ghosts
mere shells of spent selves
more than they can remember
has already been forgotten
before i leave i leave a kiss
on a face beyond reproach
knowing that when i go it
will be like i had never been
look at all the laughing dead
milling aimlessly about the room
and rustling like the husks
of abandoned cicada skins.
...is a nice read, Steve. I like it very much. Lots of clever word play and you never let it get away from you.
this can be taken a few ways and what a vivid picture it paints.
Great writing
Thank you
My comments on your poem are on the new poems thread in the poetry forum. I did not use the thermometer for rating.