AT RANDOM

I happen often nowadays.
Or at least I try to
Like we all do
Caring less and less
To whom
More and more
To matter…
Because that’s something so rare
And I - so short a creature
Or simply creature
That wasn’t meant to last
In time
Because of space
Ouside and inside…
So I try my best
I put on my best smile
My counterfeit make-up
Like a wretched cloth
With no aesthetic purpose
Yet thick enough
To hide
An otherwise amphibian layer
Of violent caresses
And I start spreading myself
Feeding the birds of the desert
Impatient birds
Tired of waiting for the rain
Cause the seed is so little
And the desert so vast
And their hunger
So irrepressible.