At Night When I Am Alone At Last..... Poem by RIC BASTASA

This morning
i keep the voices
united inside
a decent room

at noon
the voices become
impatient

they all have so
many words to say
too many secrets
untold

at night i gather
them again
like sheep in their
fence

i agree
there is respect
as i swallow my
own word
which i have not
told you

we live in peace
in harmony
there are no variations
nothing complex

society is already confused
and i do not have
to confuse it some more

i learn to light
my own cigarette now
and puff my smoke
against the sky.