Really, I Am In A Bad Time Of My Life - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

but i am used to these bad times
you see
these happen most of the time, we get used to these
bad times
and after a while we are no longer
no longer ruled by these bad times
and we become numb like we are prepared for an operation
like the way how my gallbladder
was removed four years ago
and people
call me sweet and women taste me and say i am
sweet and i like it

the bitterness is gone now
and i am ready for something new something sweeter
come what may
i have open arms and interesting eyes that speak the language

yucks! lust.

do you want to taste this chunk of lust?
or a slice of happiness? they call it love,
endearment, but i like it
when it is simply called by its plain name
no euphemisms

lust, lust, lust, just lust, no heart
i want a heartless love affair
one that does not

let me share it with you, but first tell me

were you once bitter too?

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, July 17, 2008

Poem Edited: Thursday, July 17, 2008

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