Let Me Say Thank You This Time... Poem by RIC BASTASA

being too preoccupied with
a love that was lost, or being
carried away by such a spontaneity of
sorrow, i miswrote buddy for body.

or baddie, perhaps of badly,

over there the phone keeps on ringing
and i do not wish to take it.
over there, my love is sleeping.
i have not touched her again.

i am carried by this black bird to
a faraway land, but i did not really mind.

there is a way to find a cure and heal
this brokenness, and there you are offering
a song, or a religion.

no, i refuse it. I am no physician and
i heal myself.

i am not that grateful really, but this time
let me say, Thank you.