Primary And Secondary Poem by RIC BASTASA

bread and butter thing
water and white rice on the table
eggs and vegetables
spread on the covered table
these are the primaries of life

poetry is at nighttime
reading aloud
composing some more
analyzing other poets' works
telling to yourself
this smacks the senses
this strikes the core of my being
this will not make me sleep again
invigorating
worth the lost salt of myself
not looking back
moving on
sailing on the boat in the middle
of such storm
seeking peace
sleeping alone and dreaming

these are the secondaries of existence

tomorrow can be
incompetent
today is the most evident
the past is duly taken
notice

the void comes
and then to its wings i take my daily ride.