Trivial - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

sometimes, yes, sometimes
seems to be my favorite word of the day,
i like (another favorite is i, just like most of us,
i, i, i, i, i)
to trivialize a lot of events: funerals, baptisms,
even marriage,
sometimes, i ask why, why all these events and things
and people (oh yes, the people)
have become nothing but images, nothing to be
taken seriously about,
i don't grieve at the dead, they are all gone,
i don't wonder at new births, nothing to be amazed
there is nothing new,
and i don't get excited about other people's marriages
don't like to see about the slicing of the cakes
or the drinking of the wine, the releasing of the doves,
the first kiss, or the lifting of the veil,
and the much awaited catching of the bridal bouquet
of red roses

they bore me,
i don't itch and twitch,
i am numb but i am not dead yet

are you happy now?
alright, there is pain, but let me tell you
these are tolerable
and don't hurt that much anymore

with constant practice, i suppose.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, June 3, 2010

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