ping pong

Poetry, Sin categoría 17 January, 2026

this is your receipt

and is not

a ticket for travel

it is though

a ticket to now-where

play play play

avoid getting bored

will hang on to anything

that shows me love

eventhough I am

aware

aware of that what hides behind

is not going to be fine

I don´t care

because now

it suits me

it adores me

what if this is not

a ticket to anything?

if her heart has been glued

so many times that

the pieces don´t even match

this is the time

to play ping pong