movie elderly man tottering keeping his foothold in crowded streetcar. in a turn he looses his balance. a plastic bag is ripped open and vomits some dvd. naked boys fall on the floor. the man quickly stoops and rises with a red head. the bystanders look in silence. faces, no voices only a pounding noise.

the bachelor on the couch he bolts his food too much drink does him no good he watches men from behind the glass remembers the past that's gone, alas when love could've be, he'd had objections against freckels, hair, or skin complexions a voice, a nervous tic, a scent, he sought perfection wither he went time made scratches on his skin his chest is slowly falling in he sees the young men in the street and knows that life will not repeat.

misty the boys are misty the men are twisty it's dark and damp talk is camp slobbering guys horny eyes they steam and burn empty hands return they're dying for kisses their fire hisses sweaty chest they will not rest