I loved
The country Barber.

He used to roll
Fingers
All over my boyhead
After every haircut.

Five Minutes

Felt,
I am not alone in this world
Atleast,
For those minutes

I desired
About
Sleeping -
Stuck on his
Brimstonesmelling armpits,
Salty chesthairs
And
Sticky neck.

It was only because of
Pure Jealousy
I pushed his son    
Into the deep
Marshy Death