No face.
Going through space
as if there is no time,
a race.
Farthest it goes is the book
put in its place.
A pace.
Looking forward
and marking each lace
on his shoe
as if he has no taste.
Full case.
The guard is standing with a mace.
The ballerina has no grace.
It's betrayed by her face.
Nov 30, 2012
Nov 30, 2012 at 5:11 PM UTC
No face.
Going through space
as if there is no time,
a race.
Farthest it goes is the book
put in its place.
A pace.
Looking forward
and marking each lace
on his shoe
as if he has no taste.
Full case.
The guard is standing with a mace.
The ballerina has no grace.
It's betrayed by her face.