My Friend’s Joy

He exclaimed delightedly,

“The whore smiled at me,

I didn’t pay her for it.”

An Identity

somebody walks on the road. ~

the umbrella covers his face ~

I see, it is Jose, the gait ~

A Little Tale

Shankaran lost his little son ~

But he still smiles as always

bravely, brooding sadly ~

A Profile

I am from Middlesex,

he elucidates, gesticulates spatially ~

the hermaphrodite ~