Into The Room Happiness Is Chiseled. Poem by RIC BASTASA

the glass on the table
falls
to the hard floor and
shatters

harsh voices come out
it was like a ship sinking
where the sea once again
sips a bundles of helpless hands

the artist in you gathers all
chips of wood, chirps of birds
the time after the shatter
limbs of lonely lives

then there is a canvass of your
imagination

there shall be no black
it shall be red and all its shades

more than fifty in fact
add nineteen other shades of shades

blushes on your chicks as you
slide your leg to another leg as you swallow
your saliva like your pride

into the room
happiness is chiseled.