Soliloquy #2, On Creativity Poem by RIC BASTASA

mad at my arms
i promise not to stretch them
keep them
tied to my body with the
strong rope
of my fingers

i am fixed by the
locks of my hair
and cannot move for days
in boredom's kingdom

i try to take control
of my speech
i bite my tongue and it bleeds and
my mouth drinks
all the salt and red corpuscles
the platelets
decrease in number

it is like that
it happens sometimes
on the verge of
something killing

i am drinking myself to sustain myself
from this
fixation of the teeth
and gum

i close my eyes and remember
my eyelids are restless
about
the code
that i am the king of this
small universe
of a human body

my heart is the planet
my head is the sun
from now on
the emotions are caged like a
white bird
restrained to the vertical lines of
a cage
the waters of the mind
are squeezed and shall flow as directed

kept well inside
my solid dam

expect the next thing that
happens
the one that you dream
about

the bursting
of the bubble and the
explosion of another
wild
imagination

fireworks on the
jolly days of
july