The Hazards Of Poetics Poem by RIC BASTASA

i have learned to face the hazards of
poetics

when all the bright colors are mixed
everything turns black

just like the brightness of my days
it blinded me

when all have been too indirect
to create these unnecessary mysteries

that i do not really need
when flowers sometimes turn to steel

when dreams become concrete roads
when the house is turned upside down

when the the car turns turtle and falls
on a cliff and keeps on hanging there

when you finally find yourself calling for help
and when you practically do not like

what these fools are doing with words
and stanzas when there is nothing left

but more questions without answers
because life itself is absurd and shies

away from definitions and boundaries
between meaning and feeling

it is then that i bite my tongue and
keep my silence it is then when

my fingers declare that they have mouths
and shout: it is enough all i need are the

simplest of all the simplest things
i only need a yawn to make me sleep

a little sleep to make me dream and
a piece of blanket to cover my nakedness