…and the mannequin looks on
hand on hip
another on waist
whether or not
if looks could kill.
But the mannequin looks on.
Lamps and lights
The din
T h e f a n s, t h e c r o w d s
And m u s i c too
Cigarette smoke rings
Clouds and wrings.
Dead flesh too sweats,
Trust the witness
---- the dead never lie.
Suffocatin’ smoke
To combat pungent,
Foul breath.
Ignore the stench.
Opaque glass panes and thick sideboards
Do not matter
If looks could kill.
© Jatin Gandhi
Friday, October 20, 2006
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1 comment:
yes, reads very nice...honestly, when i read it in that old tattered form, i thought it didn't belong to you...was written by someone else...
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