A Poem For The Talking Man... Poem by RIC BASTASA

a talkative man
has nowhere to go
he will be taken
into hell by his
very own words
as he unable to keep
his mouth
shut soon like a fish
he shall be caught
by a hook and line
dropped by
a greedy fisherman.

in a sense after a time
i begin to miss
the misfortune of that
talking man

in the middle of this
journey inside a car
on a long journey
the sound of silence
stabs

and i begin to bleed
and having a hard time
to breathe
i stop the car
goes outside it and
wished that the
talking is with me
so i may forget
what haunts me inside
like the furies.