Cross mannequin

Why don’t you talk
Why don’t you listen
Why don’t you care
That is not so fair
Stop looking at your phone
Please listen to my moan
Everyday it is something else
Could be work, hard sells
Or this eternal sitting still
Life so boring, grinding mill
Time doesn’t pass, time kills
I know, you have your bills
Friendly chats, business skills
Here is a request, a beg from me
Just move me a little everyday
Give me a hug, something nice to say
Don’t run away, please stay
Will make me happy, make me gay
Say and say, all you secrets to me,
I am safe, all the way

Masseuse

5Tiring hands
Soothing
Tired hands
Mind
Miles away
On a song
Keep going
be strong
Journey
One day
May be
Not so long
You may find
Destiny
In your soothing
Tiring hands

Conversations with a Roman girl

Soulless you aren’t my dear,

fear is the most potent

of all curses which hold you back,

in a sack, wishing and wanting

someone take you out discover

your strength, your will,

none will appear, it is you still,

perfectly fitting the bill,

to drag you, flag you,

as the chosen one!

Only then hoards will come,

appreciating what you bring,

your voice, how you sing,

the hymn of life, open your heart,

close your eyes, aimlessness dies

And leap for a fresh new start

 

Brunch

Mummy, May I
eat this ginormous pie
When I got here,
it fell from the sky
Birds and animals
want this flower feast
We are very hungry
there is nothing else to eat