In the changing room,
only us.
He is a stray cat loitering
around leftover sardines placed by
flirtatious lovers in a park.

He talked to me,
as if to himself.
downtown people are first-class citizens
I’m nobody boy
earn more money
get a pair of golden slippers
golden slippers boy
they make you feel safe
like smelling mother’s pillow case

I avoided his eyes,
His madness lured me.
Madness, such a fascination
and temptation to suffer from.
Lunatics are everywhere, exotic,
like the Turkish cuisine.

Undressed.
His shabby clothes in a
wrinkled Wellcome bag.
It resembled his face.
He headed for the shower, repeating
his words.

In a mist of steam,
he revealed his toes with armor-hard nails,
yellowish-grey and decaying.
Naked with
water dripping on his body,
his body becomes a loaf of raw pork.
The fleshy belly pressed against his ancient floppy dick, 
Uncircumcised.

Nicholas Y.B. Wong