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	Nouveau Riche Making sure the world Could see The word is "swanky" Something sequined Something with sparkling taste Tip-toes on stilettoes I watch. I can't help But smile. The way they laugh to palm Away the cracked mirrors Like tinkling annuities Tucked inside her wishes Was spite Her fur coat made a life belt Around her body. God knew Nothing else would save her I had to smile. Nothing seemed To fit Not noise like that, neither The slow drip, drip of names Dropped like used seed-pods On the paquetry. Tip-toes Echoed with Emptiness. Something clever Laughed in my face. It looked Like the skeleton of faith. © David Incoll 2001
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