Meaningless Noise Poem by RIC BASTASA

the little baby that crawls from the cradle
to the kitchen,

the boy that walks from the village to the
city,

the same man that starts some lines, ponders,
and assembles thoughts and speaks
and

writes this poem,

it is the same man that speaks upon a rooted silence,
at the top soil, there is nothing much to say

perhaps only some leaves with worms
the usual predator-prey relationship, parasite-host thing

it is the same ramble at night
loose, nameless, meaningless noise,
streets without directions,
intemperate, mocking, purposeless,

read it again, find something if there is really something
dichotomy, dialectic, idiosyncrasies,
paradox

thinker, speaker,
speck, stink.