Unspoken Poem by RIC BASTASA

some things need not be spoken
they serve no purpose

no use, like peripheries
of a used clothing

anger for instance
not just any kind of anger
but anger for love that was never there
in bed, in the first place, when what you
offer is only your body

your mind goes somewhere
in one corner of your self, like a ball
of thread
a blue ball of thread rolling on the floor
and stopping beside
one of the feet of the lonely table

you try to pull the thread
endlessly wanting to find the end of this
misery,

there is no end to the bad colors of your
dream, there is no light in this darkness

when the morning comes
you tell yourself, this is another day
another awakening

you go outside and look at the garden
and around the fence
carefully surfing each pathway

you pretend again to like the flowers
that bloom for the sun
you pretend some more that you are
sad of its wilting
at noon

you stop on a shade under a tree
and then you begin to think
and tell a story to yourself....

once upon a time, there lived a princess
far away in a castle on the clouds....