Kick Drum Heart


The waltz

Peering through fine silver dust

Glitter-dance upon the air

Gold-painted eyes in masquerade

She wonders if they care.

Together they twirl merrily

Dizzy partners no one knows

Her mask stays up, so permanent

The ballroom twirls; it goes, it goes.

Spinning rush, a pirouette

The laugh, it’s fake, but she?

She’s gliding, whirling, one more time

Waltz with Society.