RIC S. BASTASA


The Killer Instincts Of Thoughts.... - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

his thoughts are like
tall, untamed grasses
no one lives there anymore
and everyone is
afraid,
even the dogs, they sniff
a story
of a bitch who went in there
and never
came back, alive.

the grasses are sharp like swords
and tricky like
a mad magician who kills its willing
subjects alive
and escapes in the air like a
whiff of
a sigh

the grasses are alluring, and one white dog
thinking of the bone
and the meat of the jackal
one night
slipped in there like a thief

the sounds of one choked fade
like a denim.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 14, 2011



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