Famished And Finished. Poem by RIC BASTASA

the time and setting
on this computer is always
in error,

battery drained or perhaps
virus infected,
my ignorance on the matter
persists

from one poem to another
jumping from anxiety to another
self taken anxiety

knowing then that another
city creature is depressed
and looking for a cure

or a cousin who got married
recently but lost its job or
that wife who is no longer sure
about her husband's affection

or that writer who had always
wished to land first prize in
a palanca poetry contest but
never really achieved it

so many lapses in this life
so many dreams and escapades
so many exhaustive pursuits

birds that fell from the sky
angels that we have never seen
those lurking devils that we
only see in drawings or that
heaven that we keep faithful in
believing, good and bad karma,

the time and setting
on this computer is always
in error,

battery drained or perhaps
virus infected,
my ignorance on the matter
persists

a normal reaction to a normal
stimulus, perhaps we all have
to embrace: an abnormal reaction
to an abnormal stimulus, by all
means is the most normal thing
to do. Am famished and finished.