the coursage is in the corner, rotting
dancing shoes strewn
one on the floor, middle,
the other, i lost it
hair pins and panty hose
ripped out, disregared
the day after the
first day of the
rest of my life.
remenents of hints
for future use
left behind with
the fancy meal
carefully prepared
for celebrating youth.
you, you are still there
holding my head
above porceline heaven.
the pictures came out fuzzy
like the haunting
memories
of smart speeches
and flashes
of time gone by
that i thought
i forgot
oh, oh, oh
i shall not