And Thanks God It Has Become So Unintelligible. Poem by RIC BASTASA

on my day
i proclaim my
numbness.

i was born
perhaps out of
pain's conception.

mother's womb
perhaps, yes, just
perhaps was
not comfortable.

the place insists
that i must come out
earlier.

on this day,
all my hopes become
real.

what is real
is acceptable.
what i thought
i can clean
i cannot.

what i think
i can change
never changed.

tonight if it
rains, i will be
the first to go naked
and dance under it

under the darkest
skies,
with you.

if i ever told
you about
the need to clean
rugs and
repair stairs,
you must learn
forgetting them.

all plans are
changed.
all priorities
are not
that the same
anymore.

i make a song
carried from all
my misfortunes.

if i had ran away
and that far,
as always, there is
a time to stop and
to cease

and you will hear
a song
it so bitter
and thanks God
it has become
so unintelligible.