A Universe Of The Mind...... Poem by RIC BASTASA

the lost poet recites a poem of his heart
stuttering as it grapples the thorns of words
coming out from its infected throat as the thorax
sort ofcavity tries to dislodge what had been aching
inside it, as the lungs of trees shakes off all its leaves
of air, and on the feet of the belly, lies all

lies masking as truths delighting the child
new to this universe trying to hold on what it holds
just to feel the touch of humanity.

the lost poet does not care what happens next
as it contents itself with the comfort that this is just
a temporary sojourn and it waits for another boatman to ferry it to
another shore less shore.

the stars are silent as ever down to the bin of histories
twinkling and twinking and noting nothing for it to tell the
moon which has nothing but a borrowed light which can never
be its own.