Dodoy And His Problem.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

we both love the bear
Dodoy and me, in that party
tendered by a
retiree,

he claims we both do the
same thing
love other women, our wives
bitter
and rebellious about our
trips to
lust, and his wife is still
furious, stupid enough not to
forget and forgive,
i pity them in this tragedy of
fidelity, and the poverty of
open mindedness,

'you were caught and you admit'
that is the biggest mistake,
'look at me, never caught and
never in the state of admission
or confession, for to do so would
be an utter insult to her
status, beauty and education, and
money, '

we drink more glasses, no one is drunk
but somehow, despite the manageability
of this kind of conversation,
he pours out every regret, every
hope short of realistic expectations,

'how much does a divorce cost? '
' i do not really know'

meanwhile the music is getting
romantic, couples dance and cheeks
touch like magnets to iron
feelings, 'oh my wife is not here with
me. She is into other equally important
matters, and so i look around and there
i see another lonely woman,
waiting to be danced' and i pick her
from the crowd of lonely women and
we dance and dance so sweetly and then

these unhappy people begin to talk.
'there are many forms of love' i remember
my philosophy teacher once lectured,
it is like a fan, love for wife love for
the other woman, love for a friend,
love for an old mother, love for art,
love for music,

'so why should you limit me to only one
stupid love? ' i close my eyes, put my cheek
to hers, and kiss her.

it is a lovely night not fit for nothing.