Feelings Are Not Logical My Dear Cindy Poem by RIC BASTASA

looking for love? finding love in some discreet dark slits of the streets?
not quite right. Let love find you cindy, do not hide.
Take the good side of the lighter side of the system of the shin.
Take flight. Let the bees chase the flowers.
Do not an earthworm be like, in the hollows hiding
There is no mate waiting.

Show your glow. Be like a firefly with a light luminous carried by its body.
Glitter. Twinkle. Show not a wrinkle. Periwinkle. Tingle.

Be like a shining sheen of the sunny side up of the favorite fried egg
On the white porcelain plate. A fork. a spoon, a glass of tea.
Pancakes with glaze of honey.
And pink watermelon slice and yellow pulp of a ripe mango.
Eat. Lick. Savor. Bittersweet. Sweetest of all sweets in
Suntory Whiskey. Feelings, oh, feelings my dear simply utter
What is there. What is felt by the heart. Like all these
There is no pattern, no system, no formula,
All but unfinished roads, and you figure out
What to do, where to go, but Here you are
Start from here. All. It is all play. Enter.
Click the right icon for you.


Press enter. Go.
Fly away.