The Passerby

He had his mouth around his Penis.

He seemed to be enjoying himself, Both of them looked really dirty, In a Sense that they both could use a shower.
And it would have also improved the smell a little bit.
His Head Was bobbing  and throbbing Towards it.
As if filled with anger, as if he needed it to survive and that was the last raft on the ship.

The one on his Knees was a black male on his late 30's, There was a bit of grey on his beard.
I don't Know how he sounded like, or how was he like or what was he thinking.
Not really that I Need to Know or Care anyways.
He was working his way out pretty well I would say.

The Other guy was much older than him, He looked filthier.
His eyes were wide open, and they where blank pointing at the sky in that cold and lonely day.
I really doubt he was thinking about anything else, other than immediate penile satisfaction.
Which produced me a bit of comfort.
Just the fact that there's moments in life when nothing matters.
And Sense can be extracted away out of an unpleasant situation.
His hair was grey, whatever he had left, Which wasn't really too much. And It was filthy and it was mean.

They were both wearing winter jackets of very bright colors, one was red and the other one was blue as it was very cold in that park, And the light was heavy on their faces and genitals and their beards.
There was nothing to hide, or at least nothing savable to hide.
 It was bit insane to me, which I liked. Not necessarily the act itself.

I stood by right in front of them with my drink on a straw.
drinking really slowly with the sun hitting my face.
Making an unofficial statement that I was a witness.

I got bored, and walked away, There was a Dad playing with his kid on swings.
They looked really happy. I watched them a bit then I left feeling a bit warmer inside.