The Three Lonely Faces - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

the rain
in trickles has arrived
at the right time

jibing with the three
lonely faces of women
in one car from a
distant city

in a few minutes
the entertainment shall

breakfast is served
at the back of the house
just behind
the dirty kitchen
where a native
chicken is

i am sleepy
with my dirty clothes
my pants smell like
a dead rat

i am the usual
coping up with
early morning's demands
and these
visitors too
i must

and these lonely ladies
noticing my discomfort
or inconvenience
this tipsy posture

i think
do not mind at all

for they know me
and i know them well too
for quite
a long, long time

we will drink hard liquor
and talk about
the miseries of other

& then
we will be merry
we will be happier together
as we start
all over again
backbiting the moon
quite far
from where we are
drunk, wishing
for something much worse
than death....

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 18, 2011

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