The Dirt, Sooner Realized... Poem by RIC BASTASA

a realization arrives
perhaps, a long time ago,
or even just for today

you smirk at yourself,
why at that moment in time,
you fell in love with
such a kind,

why at that precious moment
of your life,
you fell in love with that
(now you say it)nincompoop

and you thank that subject,
for that no for the answer,
where you grieved and blamed
yourself, at that moment
of your life

for now, changes come,
realization arrives, like
a rising sun, and you laugh,
at your stupidity, falling in love
to such, a poor, perishable
and unfeeling creature,
whose name, you cannot even
utter, for fear that
soon you may vomit again,
on that saddest part of your
life, much wasted
for that dirt and slime.