Choices Poem by RIC BASTASA

physically
the changes are inevitable
at the reunion
last December
we were all pigs and
elephants

our best enemies are the
mirrors
we eliminated the word
fat

some cannot speak about
how sickly we are

we hate to face this
plunder of our flesh
how much we have neglected the
basics of our lives

we justify
perhaps we have focused more on the
internal mess, sorting out philosophies
looking for the best reasons
for us to be alive

we drink a lot of beer
and taken too much meat and pasta

we are addicted to books
our feet shrink
our arms are shorter
and our fingers
are melting
like butter

to cut the story short
i for one,
promised: i don't need reunions anymore
i go on with my life
into the abyss of convoluted thoughts
into the ocean of
more deliberations

away from the run
away from the fun.