Surreal..... Poem by RIC BASTASA

though
mouthless this
body
keeps on telling something:

'you overdid it'

the mind is scarred black birds hover on the hair
the soul travels somewhere in the cliffs of your dreams

beside the bones there is pain
inside the flesh there is certain nervousness

: 'why are you not listening? ' the nerves keep telling

'you are overdoing it'

tonight the body takes its revenge
thought scramble beneath an overheated heart

the women lose themselves like cars with broken brakes
and you are the man, driver of their woes.