Making The Choices... Poem by RIC BASTASA

from my rotting belly
words like words are coming out
no one likes them

worms are beguiling
i am misled myself
because from my rotten belly
the worms without my minding
have become
tiny butterflies

then they fly towards my hair
which have become some kind of little flowers
and i can smell the sweet scents of chili

i have forgotten my body
i have become a forest with all these safari stuff
and orchids and wild birds

to my big surprise of course
because i am never asleep i am awake

oh, this workings of the mind
from a rotten body, this junk of our history
shall rise
the wonders of our future, a forest, birds, safari, rivers,
clouds, skies,

everything, everything, you simply have to make the choices...