Loneliness As A Concoction... Poem by RIC BASTASA

to escape
asphyxiation
i open
one of the windows
of this lonely house

and wear
my self-made gossamer
wings

i do not land
i skip from sky to
sky

drift on clouds from
nine to ten

i try burning my
skin with the
sun's terms of warm
endearment

it will be a whole
day affair

i speak to no one
and no one speaks to me

so many
so many words trickle like sunshine
in my hair

thoughts of you caress me all over
like a flood of light
on the grasslands

when the day is over
i go back to my room and

lay my self on the floor as i hang my
wings on the ceiling

i repeat this all day on the other days of my life
and so i am not destroyed by the harsh forces around me

the daily escapades and isolation make me live
despite the fact that loneliness is my only bread