If You Wait For Better Metaphors Poem by RIC BASTASA

let go that patience
waiting for a load of metaphors
to make your poem
for today, you end up poor
with no poem to share,

are you conscious about what the lords, the gods, will say?
about your creations?
the beauty that you must exude to please these lords, these gods?

they, who left you here, they who do not feed you
crumbs, left-overs,
they, who live in the clouds, who feast among themselves
and look down upon you
as mediocre crab
running to catch the ebb and
tide of the sea,

you write, because you do not rhyme
because you cannot count
the beat of your aching heart
you write, because your mind is blank
blacked-out,
look at you,
you do not look like any human being at all?
you fear
losing your poetic sense?

damn, write, do not pray for metaphors
do not crack your head for images,
do not pray for the gods and lords

they too have problems of their own
mindless,
senseless,
quarelling among themselves on some crowded skies,

your stay is short
there is no specific duration of your stay

write and write, let them have their own shame
life has no rhyme
in fact, senseless,

why pretend you rhyme? why pretend you make sense at all?
you are never god in the first place,

you are the quiver of this universe, the hum that numbs
why bother?