Monologue #3 Poem by RIC BASTASA

how kind of you
you wait for life here
you are sitting, sipping coffee, watching the first sunrise by
the bay window.
relax.
how stupid of you to imagine life as a force
a knight of the morning
riding on winged white horse
inviting you for a ride
on the clouds.
i am not stupid. i am not stupid.
shut up.
there are so many things that you do not know.
I AM A forest of
mysteries.
I have secrets. flowers, worms, seeds,
stones,
ants, scorpions.
so you are into insects now?
small time.
you do not understand. these are metaphors.
i am not a poet.
you are a liar.
i am a lovely, attractive liar.
butterflies hover and hover around my head
loving my hair.
my hair are waterfalls.
do you hear the sound?
it is the sound of magnificent water.
it is power.

seriously, do you like to like to have a
shrink?
don't try me.
I can be so silent with your violent insults.
i am an artist.
no you are not. you are cheap. you are taking yourself seriously.
look at you.

yes, i am human.
are you god?