Journal Entry, 1998
Heather stood alone on the dance floor,
swaying from side to side
with her hands clasped together,
tears on her cheeks.
Markus looked at her from the DJ
booth,
he was playing a song he had worked on.
Will you still love me when the money's gone?
The lyrics filled the room.
She
smiled at me,
it was their song.
The idealist walks on tiptoe,
the
materialist on his talons.
Malcolm De Chazal ( - ____)
Sens Plastique, 1946
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