Back To Poetry...... Poem by RIC BASTASA

IT IS
not important, so i brushed it aside.

iT can be forgotten altogether.
it did not give me anything except this
disappointment.

I give up.

days and days i go beyond this border
embracing all the exotic things that you
cannot offer me.

a short fat man dances the tanoura
while the
egyptian girl with long and wavy eyelashes
and white plump body
does the bellydancing

as the musical strings and drums go louder
as the drinks multiply on the glasses
of that night

the honeymoon is over and
now i am back
to the room where i left you

and you are as silent
as ever

and then i am with you again.

my sorrow.
my anxiety.
my grief.
my words.

the poems that keep on waiting
to be written.
an unfinished sculpture
of my mind.
the details that come to me
like a million
eyes blinking like
ambulance....