RIC S. BASTASA

you make it candid
nothing of the non-transparent twists and turns
direct to the point
no holds bar nothing to hide
you say what is in your mind
you call a spade a spade a square is a square
not a queer queer queer ideal,

you don't write a poem it is pointless to write any
you live your life
you rhyme
you count every step like a meter
a haiku
a sonnet

you like it crisp and short and
always saying less
to anything

a trek on the mountainside
feeling the ways of the snake
rather than talk and talk
duck quacking

you say, 'plunge! '
live life
do not let it just be written by them