Thursday, February 24, 2011

Passing Through

Men are terrible animals
Solitary by nature
Needing little
But time
And a lay here and there
Seeking companionship
When it most suits
When it fits
Like gloves
That can be kept
Socks that can be kept
Shirts that can be kept
Pants that can be
Scarves that can be kept
That can be kept
For years and years
Begging to be thrown away
To be tossed away
To be renewed.

Men are animals
On the hillsides
In the cold
Hunting in the heat
In the open
In the shade
For something
Maybe someone
To be kept
Or maybe thrown away;

I am a man.
I am
An animal...