A Little Note For You.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

you should have known that this poem is written
because the loading of the surfed murder cases sometimes takes that long enough
as though i am waiting for a date that has no hope
to come
as though i am waiting for the final fading of
a beautiful sunset

makes me impatient at time but this is the matrix
of my being
i am here and will always do what is
tasked
what is written

that categorical imperative still works
in my system
despite all my failures and
series of disappointments

and so here i am
composing these line, there are no images,
no seagulls,
nothing about the stars and moon,
you hear nothing about the flow of rivers
or the surging sounds of the swarming bees
whose cells are recently smoked and
finally burned


these seems to nothing that must mean
nothing as significant as a plane crash with 105 passengers all dead
to include a baby

without much meaning really and
nothing serious as sudden deaths as cars slamming a rock
and then fall from a high cliff
and then
explode like the hell that bad and violent movies
always feature

and if you only know,
these are what they always love to watch
and tell on one of their office breaks
when the pressure rises up.