Like shaking hands with a mannequin
and pressing your lips upon her Plaster-of-Paris hips..
From a distance it would appear real, yes?
For your heart desires to be deceived..
A need to believe in something better
Something perhaps in a red velvet sweater..
If the present moment allows such nuances..
To glorify the mundane, a contrivance of sort..
Why do they put lip stick on a corpse..
Are they going out on a date?
Just hope they don't stiff you..
And show up 5 hours too late..
~~the end
by Rick Weber
May 26, 2014
Memorial Day 2014
copy rights reserved 2014
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