What To Do, Do Quickly... Poem by RIC BASTASA

on the lean years of our affections
the dreams have drawn for us
on that piece of sleep
this canvass of the night frame
twelve emaciated cows grazing on
the desert

what shall we do? if you still have your eyes with
you
kept in those sunken sockets
open them
slowly

the sage of Femagas has given you the most practical
prognosis
you are asleep and all you need to do is wake up
you still have 24 hours
of regret.