Good Morning Self - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

i wake up
checking my navel.

i face the mirror
to see my eyes

a face blinking
i am happy to note

that i am not bound
to that which
obsessed me last night

oversleeping over
a naked body inside my mind

this morning
as i open the window of my room

i see a black bird
rushing like a stone thrown
into a white sky

a stone with the wings
of the wind

good morning self
persistent lust

before i forget
i got a new mask

an office man
with a very serious face

no jokes
just benign remarks
about today's
winning politician

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 2, 2010

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