A Poem Each Day Keep The Doctors Away... Poem by RIC BASTASA

just imagine
what happens when you have not
eaten even for once
in a day? or a week?
just once
or if you have not urinated
or defecated?

is that the reason why you
are writing
poems in a day?
or just once?

to eat you live
you die if you do not defecate

as simple
as a rock to lay your heavy head
a warm grass for bed
a moon for inspiration
sunshine for that
beautiful blush

as simple as
i am full and must vomit
or vacate
what lies inside
that wants to always
go out
fly away and then
be free
disowning that once
those wings were mine
those shackles
that once fettered
the bones of my mind