Accepting the groups

Of men who flood the city

In pride week

They go on tours 

So together 

While I am so alone 

An Italian man

Stands fooling around

With himself 

Drunk with beer

This is where it’s come to

The lowest of the lowest 


Not about free love

Not about live and let live

But a loss of boundaries

Of public versus private space.

Leaving me to wonder

Why the private just be made


Knowing live and intimacy

Are rarely seen

But reside somewhere 

Hidden from the eye

And meanwhile

The city hungry for their money

Courts the groups of men

Who come from all over 

The world 

So they can stand 

Side by side

At sunset


Only muscles

Tel Aviv


About seagullsea

a seagull flying over the great ocean of life observing.
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