And I Do Not Really Care How I Fare Poem by RIC BASTASA

the gods watch
from the kingdom of the sky

and here i am
too busy with my creations

figures of clay
women of sands
leaves of butterflies
a garland of some lies
some notes of survival
fumes of memories

rising to the skies
the blur of life
smudges of beings
flames of fading faces
fangs of emptiness
the hunger of attention
the love of my shadow
the future fizz
whatever

i keep myself busy
the gods watch me
i know i fall short of
some standards
i do not measure
myself
i am doing it
just the same with
consistency
this ardor for pleasure

the gods talk behind
my back
then they close the door
this exclusivity of
divinity

well, i am happy
i am.

(and i do not really
care
how i fare)