Little Things Crawling Inside Your Mind Poem by RIC BASTASA

Little Things Crawling Inside Your Mind



little things
tiny as ticks
or fleas
go inside the
veins of your
brain
tonight when you
are soundly
asleep

then you dream
about the sting
then you feel
the lapses
of your neurons

you are supposed
to wake up
the following morning.

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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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