charlotte

sing, sing,
sing...
spotlight dwells on your
nose, your
little mole
perching on your lip;
sing, sing,
sing...
make yourself known,
cause the silence
leads to nothing,
and the solitude leads to
gold;
sing, sing,
sing...
don't forget the
tonka-tots
that pushed you
to the top,
the plastic faces
and boring spaces
made better by
a lop-sided
city view, sparkling
windows and
exposed brick walls
are better dreams than
none, i guess.

sing, sing,
sing,
cause the dance fell
short of the dress.

~k.