As I Write Some Poems.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

this is one thing
i like

by writing poems
or whatever

notes of my daily
struggle or simply
haggling

with time and price
to pay

for my caprices and
whims

for my wants and
extra needs

i become too powerful
i can be what i want to be

i can talk to you
i can touch you again

i shake hands with
grief and then let it go
like a friend

and then i can make
myself invisible

from what is so real
and cruel

there is no blood
no bone

i am king and nothing.