fukit

Racetrack

He sits
watching dumb animals
run in circles
under the whip
under his burden
one race away

He sits today
just like yesterday
and tomorrow
wearing the uniform
he was defeated
tattered work clothes

but he does not work
because it doesn't work

He sits beside me
for the same reason
as I
Today he might be called a winner.

Someday

Have me
in any color
green or blue
my ocean
gold or brown
my autumn twilight
red or yellow
my sun, it shines
pink and amber
my sex and honey
black and silver
stars in the night

and when I'm gone
paint me beautiful

someday.