Out of generosity
men gifting
away
their jackets
to the homeless
Shirts, trousers,
socks,
naked
stand
finally able
to show off
their completed image
Masculine body.
Stealing glances
the
shining,
glamorous steel.
So ridiculous
Am I supposed to
feel good
about
your good
deeds
The day will go
by and
you still
will
sleep in that
bed
the man
wrapped in leather
can dream off
he is dead
when
he feels the wind
whispering into his
sanity
not everyone
of them
is bad
a chance
of
being
part of them
being sorry
and what
sorrow can do
product
of time
times
time
passing
through.
I see
them.
they adore
and they follow
not because
I want them
to
or nobility.
No,
I wish
they would
stay
as far
as they
can
away
from me.