De-Stressing A Point... Poem by RIC BASTASA

doubts of the scalp
and so i scratch it with my nails.
holes of infection,
itchy life, and
fallen hairs.

the goddess of smell
looks upon me,
and i look up to taste
what smell is it.

it tastes like heaven,
my usual answer.

what is heaven? they all
laugh.

my eyes lift higher
eyelashes are top loaders.


sleep is a conqueror
i am conquered but the surrender

is de-stressing
tomorrow i have a plow
and a buffalo

i own this land i remind
the grasses

tomorrow
i need to vacate, i guess

a trip, a very long long trip
where your sight cannot find me

your trains of emotions are
grounded
i have an avalanche of
forgetfulness.

so? got no word for you
except my well sculpted

goodbye baby, after all,
our worlds are galaxies apart

light years that you must know
by now.