Poetry 2011 Poem by RIC BASTASA

it was not as serious as
cancer stage 4
nothing of that sort
it was more of having to see
a buffered tab
and then for the meantime that
you wait
and the waiting is indeed long
as the signal of the town's server is
weak
you begin to scribble
and doodle like a toddler
you write
whatever you think
without being responsible really
for what
they will think

turtle, rabbit, monkey
stone, thorns, banana river
you have to make a link
and understand
what is this boredom
all about,

the rest of course
is nothing but porn....