Hell Is Paved With Good Intentions.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

by intention, or practical purpose
i only need to heal myself, and i

remember, how bad it is, how wrong,
for a physician to heal himself, or

for a lawyer to defend himself, that
would be a terrible mistake, a physician

or a lawyer for a fool, but this is not
what i want to say, .................

i am here, look at me, i am nowhere,
i have no face, i cannot be touched,

somehow, there is no wish for that,
for i imagine this only as a clinic,

a sofa, where Sigmund is brought to
life again with my words, and he begins

to listen, as i elaborate upon blocks
and blocks of experiences which He has

to reconstruct so that i can be understood
since such understanding can, perhaps,

lead to a cure. I am confident, however,
i know where to go, what to say, and whom

to say it. By intention, there is no wish
to impress, or write the best lines,

this is a soliloquy, a boat in the middle
of the ocean, and there is no island in

sight.By intention, it is just to love
to love and expecting nothing in return.