Never Mind, Poem by RIC BASTASA

forget it
it is getting to be
morning now

light creeping in
at the mouth of
the horizon

we shall soon meet
the sun
of truth, and i will tell
you, having been drunk
of love, the whole night,
i will tell you,
forget all about it,
forget all about us,
we are just parables
to keep the child
awake
we are just stories
fit for the books--

that stays forever in
the stacks, that nobody
wants to buy
for simply, it is just a story,
and like all other stories,
if ever it was read,
one would say, how unbelievable--

who could have written this
such a trash!