A Day In The Life Of A Man Whose Face I Glimpsed In The Subway Poem by Juy Les

I have always loved the cold.
I saw a man destroy the world.
I met a line of pretty women.
I taught a rich man how to yearn.
I made love to my pet.
I gave cancer to my vet.
I listened to the advice of a best friend.
I had an operation to become a man.
I worked for the Nazis.
I killed for the Stasi.
I became the night and the day.
I changed holidays from April to May.
I studied the works of Bach.
I denied the existence of art.
I felt the touch of a dead man's love.
I tasted his furry leather-skin glove.
I experienced a mental breakdown.
I listened to funky music and got down.

And then it was Friday morning.