What I Think.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

i think i can write
i always think that way
and i listen to nobody when someone
starts to tell me that i am doing
well in this and that and

not this, it is too low,
too humiliating for one like me
to delve into this illogical

and free flowing fronts something
like a strained though flowing like
a water damned, but i always think

that i can write, words keep rising
from my throat and i watch
how each letter goes into the sky and
forms the clouds of


this oblivion, when they start
dissipating into rain and i am
left gaping for more water

which were just words before
and which water has always made
me thirsty more than
ever what water is this?

i ask the well and there is
no answer. It too is craving for
water literally
drying up like a woman in her
mid forties
trying to figure out what life
shall be
without being wet.