An Inconsistency Poem by RIC BASTASA

the only honesty i can offer you
inside my empty room
is the bluntness of silence

ask me why i have no answer
to all your questions
i don't think that you are a stranger
to a love without name or
categories
you have been fucked up
do not deny that
you have been bleeding
and you have not healed yet
from that pain that
you voluntarily infected upon
your heart,

silly.

this time i will lie again
i love you, and i have to repeat it
to reinforce this lie
like a weak concrete post
concealed by fresh cement

if you ask me to kneel
i will
there is not much effort
in doing something that
i do not mean

you will see me lowering my head
and you may decapitate
what crown of integrity i have

bowing like a slave losing his grip
on the power of words
and protestation

i worship you
i undress myself like a cursed god of air
i become a dim light to your touch
i become a mist
a fog, a cloud, a mirage, a rainbow
a stream of thoughts
that you can never hold

silly.
kiss me if you
can.