Tiny Observations... Poem by RIC BASTASA

everything above the world where he lives is gray,
it looks like the dogs and cats are coming.
the euphemisms inside the leaves of new journals do not work for his
suppressed silence
now it is time for the circus of cliches
in the kiosk of the town
comes another exhibition
the one who can make the longest distance of his pee
there is nothing about those hours of wee
the houses of whores and resting places of the plebes
some hands are as usual cruel
touching nothing but the selfishness of the uncut nails
broken lives of the common cranes and ordinary drags,
sighs falling to the cobbled stones like trinkets
the gypsies still dance for the money
on unmapped journeys
towards unknown boundaries

here in this little Asian space
there will always be one thing that i miss
the white heron still peacefully on top of the thick faced water buffalo
relaxing on his muddy moments.