Relax Orange Poem by RIC BASTASA

if you look for sense
for sure there is none
this is the place of senselessness
like the birth of emotions
and the death of emotions
funeral like things are moving
at times
there are baptisms of fire
when you arrive and you expect
for the sun
inside your room
the moon hanging by your window
or the stars
laid in bed like a twinkling mattress
well, it is a crazy day
the rivers are playing football in the banks
the ocean is praying for rain
like a nun
the mountains are playing bowling
with the hills and mounds
i am not thinking
i am emoting i am not writing i am playing
games that are not familiar with you
it is like
oh well, catch me if you can
don't get mad, we have a lot of them here
and don't be too serious
they are waiting to be listed.