Drunkish on the bus by Adam Parry.

 

Why shame this man who has shamed himself

a thousand times?

Why harm this man who has shouted and screamed

at love

and got no answer?

Let him love this rain.

Or the running

or teasing the long white hair on

his chest.

Why hate this man?

when seeds of death

lodge in his mind and form.

Why desert this man?

When it always seems this day

he has only time for love

and only time for love.