TO THE LIFE

Every morning at so & so
( oh I don't know )

time goes so
slow...ly

quickly now
the rugby scrum begins.

"Smile!" I tell myself "Smile!"
"Oh shut up..!" I tell myself "...just, shut up!"

Eaten by a 1000&1 eyes
greedy for my Gioconda smile.

I could **** that Da Vinci chap
trapping me in time...thus!

I am merely one
of their "Touristy Things to Do!"

They jostle and elbow
as if my smile were in a sale.

Take 'selfies"( is that a word? )
looking over their shoulder

more them
than me.

But, oh
there...there

at the very back of
the back

she stands
gazes at me.

She, my very self
in flesh & blood

a lovely lady
wearing my smile.

She, could be me.
I, her.

Ok, ok so...she's a natural blonde &
I'm - not!

Everything else is the exact
same.

Alright, except for the clothes.

All is ha ha
yellow!

Yellow top
top thee buttons undone

a shy hint of cleavage.

How cute...how cute!

Yellow plastic mini skirt
lol...how...droll!

Yellow plastic mac & hat
how chic...how...cheeky!

Only a poet
( an Irish poet )

ses as I
see.

Turns his gaze
upon her.

His eyes seizes her.

His eyes stealing her
for his poem.

"Write me...write me!"
I shout

across the centuries
the silences - thereof.

But both he & she
have turned away

vanished into the crush
of faceless humanity.

This real life flesh & blood
Mona Lisa

( her name is
Samantha )

even her laughter
is much as mine

...was.

Let me live a second
another and another

through you!

Gone...gone!

I scowl.

I frown.

I...I...smile.