RIC S. BASTASA
I Also Know The Language Of Numbers - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA
they manage to express themselves in some equations
to find what they still do not know, such as their x's and y's.
for years, i sleep with the number One.
Wanting to get away from the hazards of the Zero,
Found help with the Number Two
who took away some tens and hundreds from me
In favor of Sixteen.
Well, anyway, Number One as always is Patient.
And passionate about my Algebraic State.
As a number, I do not bleed.
My root is numb. My world is always accurate
Down to the nth digit.
I had another One, Like Three and Four
but they always end up to Null.
In the calculus of the heart, things are always moving.
A change of one thing is also a change of the other.
Finally, i get tired of this world of numbers.
Numb Senses. I go back to Philosophy, and Social Studies.
The lives of the Pop star, the soap opera at night,
the latest rumor that Michael Jackson is murdered.
The latest scandal of a certain closet queen matinee idol.
Lots of these, simply to take me away from
the Numbness of it all.
Meanwhile, i am taking lunch with a rebel.
I am stepping into the passionate world out there.
The military is jealous. And of course, I am cautious.
The cheese, and the rat, and the trap and the
Aerobics exercises. Look at the cat, it is making sense
of its ninth life.
Take care. Sleep tight.
Find your code book and decipher the words.
What can i say? Sleep well, You still have other things
To justify your poetry
and Your Lousy existence.
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