Smiles and geniality.
Inquiry, eyeballs blazing
over slightly-fallen glasses.
Grins,
plastic rimples from smiles.
Thank you’s.
roaming away,
I feel his disdain.
This one is for One Shot Wednesday, though here I sit on Tuesday, far too late! Go check out the fabulous folks!
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#1 by brian on February 15, 2011 - 10:20 pm
ha. yeah and i see a fake smile…nice…just let it show, dont try to sugar coat it…nice write…
#2 by Carl on February 15, 2011 - 10:43 pm
Thank you for your comment, Brian!
#3 by coalblack on February 15, 2011 - 11:01 pm
smiling faces sometimes they don’t tell the truth!
#4 by Carl on February 16, 2011 - 6:31 am
Very true! Thank you for commenting.
#5 by Claudia on February 16, 2011 - 10:20 am
yep – never trust a plethora of smiles..
#6 by Carl on February 17, 2011 - 12:03 am
Thanks, Claudia. I think a plethora of anything is not so good for us unless it is chocolate.
#7 by kolembo on February 16, 2011 - 11:54 am
Oh, I shudder. Like a brooding professor reading my work. Great feeling.
#8 by Carl on February 17, 2011 - 12:03 am
Yes, Brooding professor with wicked fake smiles! Perfect!