The Rivers Of Our Tongues... Poem by RIC BASTASA

oh do not ask us
we keep on writing

even if we do not make sense
even if by itself senseless.

oh donot ask us
why we keep on writing and writing and writing

we do not want to impress
we just want to express

what pain is here? what pain is there?
what happiness lies in there? what more that we
have not found?
what more that we have forgotten?
what irks us and what irks us some more?

there is an earthworm in our brains
there is a cricket in our mouths


there are clouds in our hair
there are rivers in our tongues.