Can She Really Go Slow On Poetry? Poem by RIC BASTASA

you bet. As i am telling you
there is no such thing as
stopping and there is no such
thing as slowing either

as emotions are part
of our mental matrix so shall
poetry be, there is no choice

the words keep coming
and you do not mind what
the critics say, you keep
on writing down the revelations

of your good self and the way
the bad black horse tries to
kick you off this universal
fence, cannot kick you again
more than what it desires
unless you shall
allow it helplessly.

you flow now like the way the
rain falls and wets you. You
have become part of its greatness
and out you go running against
the rocks and boulders,

ultimately finding your
self again at the bottom of the
sunless sea, into an enticing infinity.