A Room In Club Astoria Poem by RIC BASTASA

luxurious
life style
this room
i never expect
to be this
big in my

being alone
far from where
i had roots


light green walls
too much light
a taro leaf for
accent
milky white
drapes
for my privacy

i think of so
many things and
people i leave
behind

i picture a
living animal
i breathe
and imagine
a tightness and
wholeness
of skin and
flesh
of love
and my
tyranny

i learn to be
cruel and
now alone am i
not anymore...