Rampage.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

direct to the point is
blunt. So we look for the
river that runs and winds
its way beside the foot of
a hill, taking the proverbial
path of least resistance.

be logical, hit the center of
your universe. Answer me

directly, like a yes or no,
nothing in between for some

collateral justifications,
point blank, no powder burns,

you are looking for meaning,
as though, if you fence a house

everything would be safe,
the dog wagging its tail,

the parakeet teasing the
women, the echo that keeps

fidelity to your calling,
the fog that beautifully

cautiously walks beside
the trees and then blindly

an old man asks you what
time does the train leave.