The Sentence Poem by RIC BASTASA

as you are praying in the altar
i am urinating in the CR
and then you fix the bed
folding the blankets and dusting off the pillows

i stop there for a while
for i have been thinking about dust

you think that i am catering in
to these deadly thoughts

or granting that they are not
why think of rest
when every idea of this world is always labeled
with activity

you run away
that is a good idea connoting always an action
you cry
that 's drama still watched by the masses
who like to shed tears for the star
of the show

there is no choice you tell me
except to surge
to invade
to move on

yes that is the sentence.