I Create All Of You. Poem by RIC BASTASA

night has come
again. I am restless.

tonight i will watch
a show alone.

the theater is the
ceiling. There will

be birds and insects
from my mind.

Soon the insects
are consumed. The

birds do not fly
away. They stay

They dance on the
ceiling. They wish

That i be another
insect for feeding.

These hungry birds
dance death.

I cannot sleep
as usual. These

birds I keep in
Control.

I create all of
you. In law, i

too destroy you.
Now i sleep.