There Was Something... Poem by RIC BASTASA

that morning while i was walking
in the municipal plaza
i remember something so important
sort of life or death idea
and so i rushed back home, washed my
face and feet, and intently wanting to write
that sort of life or death idea
and i turned on my personal computer
opened the blog and saw a blank space

and i went blank myself
carried by such an emotion
sort of life or death idea
which i could not recall anymore

i stays like a worm in my brain
digging and digging
a hole without a bottom