Plastic Coated Bum

I saw a Plastic coated bum,
swimming ,
on a winter morning rum
His hands were cut by leprosy,
begging,
on lifeless early streets,
of a city,
That never should have been,
here nor there ,
why was he pastic coated?
an empty wafer wrapper ,
was he a wafer?
fried to life?
Oh,It was just a protection ,
from winter cold,
and from people ,
like me and you.

I feel pity ,
how pastic coated he was!
Plastic for protection,
plastic for prtoection,
garbage for protection,
from cold winter mornings ,
garbage protects his worms,
from demons and death's charms.

Plastic coated bum,
I see him like a warrior,a samurai,
a persion immortal covered in strength,
Like a robot from special effects,
as his plastic covered face shines,
and leprosy eaten lips vanish,

what a strong man ,
better than us wool covered ,
My hero,my hero.
I may as well worship thee,
you Plstic coated bum,
in the temple of suffering,
I would put you ahead,
of all Gods and other phoney things.

A butterfly on the buttock,
of a Bull,
Is same as that on buttock,
of Mule.
So I have my repect to the Bum,

who shall be my hero,Forever.

Silent ovation

Poetry was a passion , a pejoration ,
A plastic exploration into,
Mind’s empty elations .
Poets are saved from purgatory ,
Because Gods are effectless ,
On Poetic Paganists
Pianists of vast universe

And then Came economico voices,
telling us of their vices,
stories of drowning nations,
into the baskets of recessions,
endless oceans,endless oceans,
of words ,of grotesques protests,
that manifest and insist,
on their own constitutions ,
such a barking glory,

But I like the trees,
obeying to the darkness,
and to the Moon,
to the cats ,
In their silent ovation ,
to the Farce of Mankind.