Looking At The Past... Poem by RIC BASTASA

when i look at the past
i will always have something to say

i can write all the days of my life
simply glancing at it like it is

a movie watched by Howard
for months without a bath or break

i do not think that it is crazy
to go over the past images over and

over again, there is much to see and
say, for in there, i had always been

muted, i was blinded, in such a
deafening helplessness

now, i must ceaselessly mention it
to the world, as a matter of coping up

on such a short time, on such a
breath that is so limited, so so limited.