Reality And Fantasy Poem by RIC BASTASA

i

he turns into a frog that night
when his wife kissed him on his lips

ii

the curse goes on until his paramour
kisses his navel
and swears that she loves him

(not his money)

iii

his pocket is emaciated like a
malnourished African child
that worst drought in the history
of the desert

iv

if he strips himself of all his skin
an expose himself candidly to the sun of truth
bare and naked
he becomes a king again
in the castle of his dreams

v

meanwhile sleep takes him
death sits beside him with a lasting reminder
'thou must be pure'