Man on a bench

Man on a bench

People crossing by the beast,
looking, laughing, so far, so near.
Doesn't bother him at all,
he is walking naked in his world.
Skinned head over leather clothes,
one boot hangs upon the floor.

"Hey! A homeless between us!"
Shut up, bitch! You don't know, dear.
Breathing like Christian the lion,
but with the deepest thoughts of forlorn Byron.
The man on a bench is our hope,
we'll never know,
how close,
we were to God.
..

"to Julian, the most sincere Geminis, however being taurus".

Carlos Gutiérrez