RIC S. BASTASA


A Bursting Of Ideas, Tired Eyes, But Alert Fingers On The Keyboard.... - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

my eyes
are into sunsets
hiding behind
the vales,

my spirit burns
itself
into a huge
campfire

my mouth shuts like
a dam
of a big river

my tongue wants to
be free like
a bird

my fingers do
the circus
a trapeze a
mono cycle
monologue

blindly they shoot
the knives
to that confident
lady
her back against
the wall
her face like a
half-moon
smiling.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 7, 2012



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