...Flush, Flush...Flush... Poem by RIC BASTASA

...Flush, Flush...Flush...



bleach the bowl
into the whiteness
of sky

the flavor of vanilla
sit in there and feel
your kind of heaven

flush.
flush.
flush.

feel the cleanliness of
your soul

flush.
flush.
flush.

do you talk about the other
toilet bowls?

Friday, February 10, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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