Sitting Upon The Stairway Poem by RIC BASTASA

lean upon
a rail of the stair
your head
finds a wall
thoughts in prison
bars
of the mind

the feeling of
being compressed
arrives
this early morning

eyes ache but
not squeaking
poor set
these tools for
that are dependent
on light

hands like driftwood
land on stair ways
upon the steps of
your perceived luck

you will be luckier
yesterday was a curse
the stars last night
keep saying

in this little town
some roads are still on
their way to somewhere
else

a bus flowering with
people
windows all blanks
filled with
straight faces
passes you by

you are staying put
there will be an absence
that they will not
ask or miss

dusts from the street
layer upon your eyelids
and you do not blink

you bite your lips
tasting another flavor
of your own blood