Dramatics Guild Poem by RIC BASTASA

singing and dancing
pointing to a you,
nobody, nobody but you,
crying and begging
for love and then
jumping for joy by reason
of a newly found
self: independent and
exploring, and happy
to be alone, this,
that, and this and that,
pure dramatics guild.

inside the room
the study lamp lights till dawn
writing a thesis
of human affairs
setting aside emotions
black and white in thinking
ablaze in logical deductions
this is his lady
reason and dogma
that is the truth of his
being and you have
never known
what twists await
at the end of this
deliberation.

poetry? side trip to the journey
of life's boring kingdom.