In That Silent City In Those Silent Beds Poem by RIC BASTASA

the world of lies
is a paradise

here you can invent
wings
put them all around
your body
and fly

away on a journey
whatever and wherever you like to
be

here is your paradise
you butcher truths and prepare
from them
your menu for tonight's banquets

at night
when the stars have arrived
and settle themselves
on the seats of
dark skies
the singing and dancing
begin

here in this paradise of lies
the wine flow like
a flooding river

food is a mountain and desserts
are in every corner

tears are taboos
paranoia is prohibited
schizophrenia is set aside
psychosis a
no no

there are masks for
free
faces of fame
can be borrowed
and even
exchanged
every moment when
you get bored
of your own

this will only be for
the night
tomorrow when the sun
comes again
we shall sleep again
on the silent beds
of that silent
city

we shall deny
what death tells us all