Tuesday Nights.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

Tuesday night
is not your Saturday night
it is all the same
Tuesday nights

words from my mouth
falling on the ears
of those who want
to sit on tomorrow's chair
of power

what do they have in mind
money, honor, glory
and Tuesday night is one
of those nights

where they work for what
i have all despised
and set aside

inconsistent here i am again on
Tuesday night
assisting, guiding, letting them see
the light of the
door that opens to
where i have once closed away

like you, i do not know what to do with
my hands anymore
it is holding the gun and not aiming
at anyone