The Happiness Of The Unknown.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

AND THAT
was what happened
when finally
you were stripped
of a name,

on the same face
that you are wearing
you are begging
for a piece of attention
and no one
minds you

after allit was the
prestige of your name
that they like you
and not
what you really are

nameless along the street
the neon lights still shine
at night

in that empty road all the
cars pass you by
all the people pass you by
and now
you are a nobody.

you must be happy,
i so supposed.