The Try.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

the goal
is to forget
to finally get fed up
with it. The tryst had been more
often. The whole thing is wrong, you know it.
the repetition is to get used to it and then dislodge it.
you ask yourself, why is this rotten thing loved, is it really love? but it is there and it is disturbing the orbits of your universe and there may be a crush at the end of this game. You are
into it to get rid of it. You design a trap, you entice it only to kill it.You will be a murderer of whatever is desirable to to. You
want to justify that this is the best course of action.
the goal is to be bored and finally avoid it.
to know exactly that it is not good.
that it is destructive. that
it kills you too.
you are into
it now.
go.