Sketchy Poem by RIC BASTASA

the shadow is cast
on the wall

such a tall shadow
without feet

against the wall it edges
itself like a huge
wormy creature

not slimy though but snail paced
is the loneliness

of this kind of betrayed
existence

a few drops of rain
actually tears fall from the sky of

her cheeks from the veins
of her heart

from a memory of a madness
that she keeps to herself

with the city on her heels
at the command of the fingertips

of the darker master
death unmasking the color of blue neon lights

light like pins and needles
of pine and silver

very much unlike the hands
of the past lover long gone