The Song Poem by RIC BASTASA

it was there. You heard it twice.
At first, it was nice
And then, it was painful
something sour like
lemon, you bleed and there
was that lemon from
her eyes.
the song becomes a song.
fainting like a faded denim
it was like a sinking boat and
someone is trapped
and the storm was as big
as a house of
cards, how it be a figure?
circles and circles all over
my body, like whirlpools in
your mind, wanting to forget and
yet something multiplies like
a factory made sandwich.
forgive me, but it is still the song
of my heart, your song,
the song for all those years
when sands lose the hold
of water.
there is campfire
it shall burn a city of lovers.
there is school where children
recite rhymes
there is this sense of
propriety where the dogs
tease you with a fake howl.