Non Sequitor Poem by RIC BASTASA

Just because she smiles, laughs, dances, plays, says she is ok, seems fine, plays tag, say hello and looks happy,
these are not (un) true (un) necessarily.

(i am bored, and i am yawning, and i am simply pressing words
that i think do not have any sense of meaning at all, i am afraid i am
not authentic or i am just being autistic, chase me, like a child, wanting
to be out from this enclosure, where is mommy? mumbles, rambles,
grumbles, rambles,

fingers running wild wanting to escape the hold of my hands
and feet arguing with my shoes and windows still sleepy for
an opening of a new day, tell me? what is it.
what is it? tell me. do you ever get lonely? do you ever get bored?

tell me? tell you. i am telling you i am bored and fed up and i am yawning
like a cat at the peak of the heat of a tomcat.
words flow like a river and they all rush to the sea of nowhere.sunless.
moonless. grab the hand of your lover. kiss him, and forget that you are
still you. bless the truth and kill all the lies.

stay put. stay foot. steady body. body body.
eyes open. heart bleeds.