good bye im leaving take it the wrong way if you want we were close once which is exactly why i dont want you in my periphery but feel free to take it the wrong way id say youre entitled to i used to say that loves greatest mystery was the intimacy trust tenderness turned strangership and the taste of blood under clasped teeth and fake smiles and anyway people would trade a thousand hookups to one person whoud step between them and those who do what those who do do aint my people aint my tribe aint me I aint much grown an old mans scent and fat bad teeth and so bad breath thats about it but my heart is banging hard and crimson and yesterday i stepped between a broken bottle and a stranger without fear thats me and i know this aint my time but i have no intention to make it mine so im taking my leave if you want you know where to reach me if you dont dont
Poetry, complaints, points of view and reports from the life of an Immigrant in Israel trying to start over after passing the prime of his youth.