June Poem Poem by RIC BASTASA

to approach boredom
one sleeps before night comes

sleepless at the deep part of the night
one roams the silence of the ceiling like a flashlight

nights are long these days
and its silence wants to make you sick

i am telling you use your bones until they are about to
fall from the hold of your flesh

make full use of your body throughout the day
and when it is time to rest your body in bed

it will have no time telling another story
snores spread like flowers on the grass

imitated from someone's moans in a
wedding in the merry month of
June....