On The Side Of Utility Poem by RIC BASTASA

beside those silver railings
you stop to display your wares

nice looking indeed
on white cloth
skin behind
lust wanting to jump out
into the
open

the mall is crowded
with too many people
your eyes caught mine
you know how is it to trap
and perhaps
wait

i stare at you and then i close my eyes
i am imagining what is happening to me

what can 15 or so minutes do to my
entire life?

shall it ruin the palace that i built for
years?
shall that beautiful facade turn into mud?

i wake up from this stupor
and then i walk away
i turn around
to check if love is there
on the side of the silver railings
of the crowded mall

and then
you too are gone

we are simple mist in the garden
of leaves
that even without light
we dissolve
because we have decided
to be false.