A Choice For Life..... Poem by RIC BASTASA

there are wrong inspirations
nails rusty
hinges on doors that
scream

daily one idolizes
the wrong picture of a naked
deity


the body longs for
what is vibrating like
a tuning fork

looking for the
satisfying glory of
an ecstasy

there will be consequences for
all these
ruins and fall outs

but who cares? one edges like a snail
for another place to
stick it out and speak a language
of survival

daily i must watch it and
daily must i write like a barbarian
riding upon a black horse
and fighting the wind
with its own sword

two heads in my body
gnashing teeth to teeth
banging
same head to another same
head

until skulls crack until blood
spits out from hair

but who cares? i am into this
and this is a choice
for life...