No I do not want suck your cock young man,
Simply want to gaze
Your face reflecting the yellow moon.
On your half eaten life
Of what can be seen and what can be held.
The leaves rot in rain
Tears roll down when I see that light shine
And that night falls glistening,
On your shirt top
The taxi rides away
You stare ahead,
The longing lingers
The moon fades,
Day break!The puzzle remains wet
Olli pub
Shadows are curling
Around your eyes
The eye lashes are flickering
The lamplight lit
Your face un crumples
The cold air breathes in,
And all that caves in
Where the folks are frozen in timeless buzz.

The yellow liquid in glass fills in with clinks
Serendipity
Time draws in the monk and the traveler ,
And I drink bitterness..

A fast Train
Kindness makes me cry
The rains make me wet
The boys vacant gaze makes me pause
There is rocking, screeching
Slow nodding face
More wetness around my eye.
Rocking hard
The water streams
Me slowly getting a wet face
Drops on these words
Careless clutter clatters
My head nods .
The boy now sleeps
Head bent
And outside they all wait
More rain as all get wet slowly
Waiting!

A strange wetness
Where can I find you
in what pale colors
in what eyes
in what drink ,in what lives
can I feel.
Now the heaviness, the corporal thought,
The mute glue that wets,
The sad stray catch,
The pining hapless helpless jaw gapes ,
At the wall which climbs so high,
The shadow on it, I try catch
Death and divine merge,
feet falters as I leap ,

You see me fall in dreamless, deathless way,
So when can I see you I ask,
while falling
The answer is in mute,
The stickiness remains
The cloud gathers
Mute.!
Later there is rain!