AUDITION

Move you foot Marionette
Sit on the sofa
Move your hand
Move your lips Marionette
Move them fast

Feel like a man?

Move your hips Marionette
Stand in the office
Move your hand
Move  your lips Marionette
It's dripping now

You are the man

Move your head Marionette
smile and act
like you mean each word
It's a fact Marionette
Your are the puppet

Your act is good

Move your lips Marionette
act like it's real
Make sweet suggestions
Throw your blame Marionette
But first ask yourself
Just who insisted

On this audition?

Copyright©2020 by Camille Caliscia Patrick

ANY HAND

Any hand in a deck of cards
Can be the lucky deal

Any hand in a bunch of bananas
Green or ripe bears peels

Any hand in an ocean of currents
Can rescue a drowning few

But when it comes to holding  hearts
Any hand won't do


Any hand can paint on canvas
And initial integrity in the skies

Any hand in a language of gestures
Can construct great towers of lies

Any hand can grasp as honorable
And shake firmly too

But when it comes to good lasting impressions
Any hand,won't do

Copyright©2020 by Camille Caliscia Patrick

CICATRICE

There is a story
behind each spot

of a fight
blood-cell deep

of a fall,
run or leap

of broken trust


Unlike voluntary tattoos

These in-voluntaries
reveal
taboos

Of branded soul-
swears
To never return there

To  lovers lane
And loveless
stains
And lots of pain

Bold scars
in astrological order
map and
remap the future

Of those who fail
to bleach the soul

of its cicatrice

Copyright©2020 by Camille Caliscia Patrick