This Kind Of Burying Feeling Without Having To Molest Others Of Their Precious Time Poem by RIC BASTASA
This Kind Of Burying Feeling Without Having To Molest Others Of Their Precious Time
there is this feeling
that i am a kind man
for daily
i dig my own grave
with
poetry as
my shovel and when
it is deep enough
(in fathom thoughts)
i without so much
trouble simply stop
there
lay myself like a
bundle of sticks
or a bouquet of roses
(if you want it
beautifully put)
and i let gravity
do the trick
with soft soil falling
upon me
and then
bury me absolutely like
a logical
category.
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