the streets creeping
through the midnight
of the little town
the world crumbles
seen through the laughter
of an alcoholic haze
'My eyes filled to the brim
with dozens of Pink Ladies! '
sight deserts her
carcasses of animals
dancing from hook to hook
in butcher's shop
she had become a paper doll
of herself
cut out from the world
she dressed herself
in various moods
that clashed violently
'I'm wearing my happy hat
and my fake smile! '
the world falls for it
between the two
pillows
the continent of loneliness
an afternoon's sun
clinking amongst the ice cubes
silence
the moon
pressing silence
into shadow
lady in pink
drinking a Pink Lady
her smile slipping
'I am always
another person
I can't recognise! '
the little garden
dancing joyfully
with Spring
doves coo in cages
a night
walks by
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/parfois-la-folie-est-la-sagesse/
