Attorney's Blank Eyes Poem by RIC BASTASA

single at 50
it is his birthday today
and he sits there on the bench
with blank eyes

(i am unkind to ask
what sins must his father commit
to punish him now?)

(i am judgmental.
i am silent. i look at him with curiosity.
as though he is a stray cat
on the road, deserted by
the bitch)

his hands are clasped.
he looks bound.

got no girlfriend at 50
(but he is not gay
in fact, he had many girls
around him.
a harem of his
Arabian nights, but he has lonely eyes
white skin,
frail bones, he is losing hair)

got nothing, despite
his fortune and luck.

another lonely creature in court.
lost dragonfly

wanting to be crushed by a hammer.