Watching

Tripping down, down, down
that yellow brick road
all covered in white
powdered from your head
down down down
to your little piggy toes
watching with beady eyes
the passersby
their pockets gaping
begging, for your slight
take it all, duck your head
wander back, back, and away
wipe your nose,
make up smeared
powders wearing off now
it's worn you out
drink again, climb down
fall into than next
sweet sweet oblivion
Where your makeup stays,
and the lights are bright
and people are kind
and you are always right.

Reviews

[Mauricio Montoya]

This piece makes me think of a movie set. People hovering around you lights flashing. Especially the last stanza;
Where your makeup stays,
and the lights are bright
and people are kind
and you are always right.

Great job.
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Tripping down, down, down
that yellow brick road
all covered in white
powdered from your head

i like these lines here, thought this was a very good write.