RIC S. BASTASA


Symptoms Of A Loser - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

blurring visions
that see tired tigers
retreating inside a cave

away from humanity,
cracking bones
shouting for repair,

falling hair
lots of locks on the
pillow that early morning
when there is no feeling
of waking up,

a mouth that is shut
munching words
and swallowing pride,

a heart that no longer
weeps,

hands that reside
inside the pocket,
feet that refuse to
take another mile
of tolerance,

poems growing
like molds on
left-over bread

a cockroach proclaiming
victory over
unwashed coffee mugs.


Comments about Symptoms Of A Loser by RIC S. BASTASA

  • (2/5/2010 2:47:00 PM)


    THIS POEM HITS HOME FOR ME AND AND REMINDS ME A LIL OF MY OWN THOUGHTS
    ROCK ON RIC
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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 5, 2010

Poem Edited: Friday, February 5, 2010


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