lost ordinates

I need to warm hug

don’t think to love and sex

just for pacify

All of us die

king from sadness

donkey from hunger

and me from love

I feelingless with your coloury lipstick

Its good that I’m not your dentist

With the irregular period of my mind

I aware of my wane

To annoy ,

the inflated lust under gray,tight dress

I’m dog,vagrant and lost

and there is’nt “Hedayat” to find me

To take a fancy to pasture

Man is butterfly, at first

then become cocoon

life

drink

be happy

maybe we don’t exist tomorrow

Hi , at first choosen from past

the past isn’t so far