The Ambitious Guests... Poem by RIC BASTASA

her cell phone rings
she is fast asleep, i

am thinking, what if,
what if,

i cannot tell you,
what is my desire, but

i just arrived, it is useless
to build a beautiful house

at this age, our legs shake,
our bones rattle, it is useless

very useless, to build a
beautiful house, for

you cannot assess anymore
what they really love,

your beautiful house or us,
at this moment when you have

no one to please, except pleasure,
perhaps, when everyone who lives

there looks at the ceiling with
those luxurious chandeliers,

dreaming, someday, this will
be mine, for they are dying.