2: 11 Am Poem by RIC BASTASA

there is a change
of my outlook

as we drank last night
i confess
i don't know what's
bottoms up or
what' checking thru
me

you did not consume
your glassful of wine though
and you have underestimated
me to no end

you should have looked into
my eyes
as though they're black holes of
our tiny universes
unfolding before that
glassy table
our world for the
meantime

the fact is
i enjoy listening to
your fears
appearing as mine

i like your lies
and i compare it to my
truths

make me feel smaller than
you
i have always known
how it is
to appear smaller to anybody

i have traveled that far
i have marked some boundaries
some milestones
wrote sometime
and as always always ready to
forget.