As Nothing Stops The Unusual, The Mundane, And The Most Ordinary. Poem by RIC BASTASA

in a room where there are so many people
where men smoke a lot
and drink a lot from glass to glass
where women talk and dance and gossip
from room to room

there is one who is segregated,
or who has segregated himself in the middle of that
ocean of
camouflages,

the gossip tells his name
the drink mentions his idiosyncrasy
from mouth to mouth
and that stabbing look

beyond this door the veranda lies like a naked woman
legs stretched ready for another
prostitution of thought

there is only one man who sees the sacrilege of this indulgence
half naked
he jumps and then as he makes his last scream
the world stops

and then the women gossip again talk a lot
and then the men drink more hard liquor

as nothing stops the unusual, the mundane, and the
most ordinary...