Staring At The Ceiling - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

it was when i was about
to squirt
a useful, clinging idea
between my head
and ceiling
when the lights went out

it is a blackout again
in this ruined country
i go up the house
lay on a bamboo bed
and rest my hands on
my head
opening my eyes
i stare on the ceiling
for more questions on
my mind
this existential questions
like lizards
waiting for mosquitoes
ready for the eating

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 21, 2010

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