run from the skin which binds us
look look look at all the beards on all fours
walking running
walking running
dying to meet the sun with no skin to burn burn the urn
just to learn
that the ash re births and breathes
just
the same
the more we learn we will topple
and rest
our manly chins
on a plinth of power
sour, dry, torn, warm
a cynic licks the inner cheek of passers by
on London road
run from the skin which binds us
yes
but smile just
the
same
let me see those teeth which make us randy
men are all the same I know
women:
I don’t know
but for sure it’s something more complex and gorgeous
I don’t know
It’s where the love grows just like hands
by the hour
we cannot help but con
fess
so con fess
and shave
be brave
you are a man of course
and you are old enough to bleed
you are old enough to breed
and you are old enough to crack a brick with your teeth while you sleep you were a seed
born
of certain creed
and now you are
a man
just
the
same
run run
run from the skin which binds us
skin which holds on to childhood insecurities
like showers
in the maze maze
locker room
of burly men
with lilac *****
and apple eyed *****
two pieces of a puzzle they will never put together because there’s always someone bigger
but boy oh boy I love to eat
from forbidden fruit in the morning

mourning
the death of something women know
but alas I am a man just
the
same