Pandering the Crowd
Translucence in Your Fevered Day
By Marshal Gebbie
Itís all pretence, I see, my Dear
This facade that you live so well,
Your look, your walk, the very talk
Convinces most, but I can tell,
That just beneath your garlanding
There lives a soul so insecure,
So nervous in a measured way,
That every second... YOU PERFORM
To structure a collapsing day.
Softly and with gentle touch
I kiss your anxious, fevered brow,
Stroke the tightness in your neck
Reassure that you know now,
YOUR SECRET IS SECURE WITH ME.
I step aside and beam to you
My silent, warm applause, my Dear
For your command performance
Holds at bay, this constant fear.
In quiet admiration.
11 May 2011
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