I don't like
To be touched

I don't desire
Physical intimacy

Alone in my bed
Alone in the park

Alone Alone Alone

Each day we decay

I remain a mystery
To these people
That live here

Do I appear apathetic
Distant?

I do not know

I am distant

Far away
On mountain trails
In bamboo forests

I dig a small hole
To deficate
In the ground

I caught a small trout
And cooked it on
The frying pan