To A Friend Taking Care Of A Dyslexic In U.K. Poem by RIC BASTASA

Eustess is
ease, summer, so many
sunsets,

we have not spoken
Manuel is

what he is, while
Eustess does the Mona,

Desde, ante,
memorati, qua
nenti,

we always have
codes for what we did
and what
we cannot utter,

three shadows fading
away
in the darkness of
this

school of thoughts,
this pack of wolves,


dawn is thinking,
nights pass

i always remember
i always remember

i have risen from my
mistakes,
it is not pretense, it
the right way

the right word, the right
life,

Procrustes, Hominem,
Ebinem, Rhinitis,
Tonsilitis, Diseases,

you stop dancing
choreographer, find

more money in U.K.
leaving, and leaving

back to your smile,
mystical, i could have

asked you the right
question, but i did not

dare, for soon you
will despise me, and

i will detest that,
my friend.