RIC BASTASA


Murmur Upon A Self During The Party Meeting Some Unauthentic People On The Row - Poem by RIC BASTASA

most of the time
we hide anger
about almost
anything
to anyone
and we say hello
ask
how's life doing
and go to the
details about
their kids
and dogs
and then the conversation
moves on
like a home
pet, a bird, a vine
that we
hang and
see and appreciate
upon all these common
denominators of
i own this one
and i am
happy with what i have
and shall
leave to this earth
layer upon layer
the talk
settles like
we are all the same
but somehow
some rise above the
rights to property
higher
than what the state
can take pride of
as though
this world has no end
as though
this is the only
place
permanent
everlasting


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 21, 2012

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 21, 2012


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