Pregabalinsky Poem by RIC BASTASA

to remove the pain
a man resorts to the promises of
pregabalinksy

it is the land of the drowsy
that keeps you at peace
with the world, birds flying in slow motion

the white cabinet stands there like a guest
in familiar terms like a penguin less the sea caps

hope settles on a soft sofa dressed in sky blue
imagining it to be a cloud
something in you floats and settles elsewhere

on your bed of roses, wet with your tears
you want to connect things toe to toe like a logical

arrangement of your ideas before
or was it long ago, when you finally lost the validity of

your arguments like trees shedding off leaves
breaking its twigs with the slight touch of the wind

from the North of your sun to the eastern part of your moon
'there is no star' you point to a black space embracing you

'yes, there is none' the darkness takes off its cape
and dresses you into invisibility, into insignificance as you close your

eyes in gentle surrender. You are a star now
meteor, taken into another galaxy.