The Editor Of The Poems... Poem by RIC BASTASA
The Editor Of The Poems...
it was like he was
playing with the mahjong
blocks trying to arrange them
well to suit what he really
wants to show
he was cutting corners
grafting bamboos
holding some for a while
feeling them
like some puppies and
kittens
and then he threw some
to the door and to the
windows
after which he took a deep
breath saying
"this is it", and with a
sigh concluding
"i've had enough" and then
he slept.
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