L3,212 Poem by RIC BASTASA

there is no getaway
from this need
do not mistake it
for love,
this is too shallow,
a comfort, for days
that are long and
hot,

i like it here, watching,
boats come and go,
waters are split,
skies are pierced by
sails, white & blue
with black and gray
linings

the spectator in me
feasts on sights and
sounds, the whole day,
i miss no one, i decide to forget
broken pieces of past
loves,

sin is a matter of
conditioning, a room of
per-arranged furniture
and bed and carpets
of cabinets with color
coding, i am a transcendent
i rearrange
everything, i like
a new way, of
putting propriety,
i love change, i go
for what i have not
seen and felt
experiment, experiment,
discover what
have been hidden
from the eyes,
approach a new day
with a new
perspective
make it 360 degrees
break a neck
throw a leg.

i climb fences and jump
over them all, i cross borders
to travel to another unknown
territory
i do not fear
enemies, i talk to strangers,
even to trees,

fully a stranger now, i do not
need a name, i cut cords,
i am a set of feet,
i leave tracks which
the storms erase moment
to moment, you see,
i am temporary and
no one follows me
precisely i tell you
i am unlikeable.