Days Gone By.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

Thursday.
got a headache on Wednesday
Tuesday was bad,
and Monday was unforgiving.
negative energies are always here with me.
There is a maggot feasting on the poisoned rat.
I poisoned it last week, and days are not
that efficient to kill it without seeing
another light.
It died inside the cabinet causing us
too much disturbance.

Friday, another poem.
I hate sadness. I expect redemption.
But Friday is another usual Friday.
It cannot forget that poisoned rat
that died on a Thursday.

Saturday, i will be away on a boat
crossing the sea towards an island

Sunday, again
there is no church, It is the mountain again
No, not Calvary.
It is my day with the working people.
I will eat with them
It is the day after my
5oth birthday

nothing big.50 is nothing
but a number inferior
to 60.
So what is the big deal?

i am still, no matter what,
lengthwise or
side-wise, i am still another
dust,

unseen fungus on
the scalp of another
unwashed head.