Upon A Serious Matter Poem by RIC BASTASA

there are perforations
upon a plastic sheet which you touch
with your finger and you like the manner
by which each shall burst
you like the sound and it pleases
your mind
this is a serious matter, this explosion
in some ways
also misunderstood as taboo,
as something that only the mouth of
your bathroom
can tell,
for instance what happens in bed
what was sucked then like
one vacuum cleaner though there is no sign
of dust or dirt but only some kind of a flirt
and skirt on the floor,
it is getting complicated far away from
that promised simplicity
that there should only be two things to
be done,
entering the door and then
switching off the lights.