the happy man

how life is happy
and how rich
is a man's world
when he can do

all what he
doesn't want
but can tell his
love about it.

i love you, he said.
her lips were sealed.
i fucked lilac and pink
yesterday, i was ok.

good for you, she said.
i'll meet a girl tonight,
he said. good for you,
be happy, she said.

she had no arms,
her lovely hands
dividing the air
between them

spoke with grace:
am i not kind to you,
she said. nothing
else moved.

the world stood still.
i leave you, he said.
Ok, she said.
be happy, she said.

i am kind.
the happy man,
he left, doing
what he didn't want.

possible...?
indifference is deadly..

after this i need to purify me, see next post, F.G. Lorca