Why Is It That Your Only Option Is To Move On? Poem by RIC BASTASA

the one that you kissed
was a stone
the one whom you slept with
was a dead wood
what you once touched
was already cold ice under the
sun,

the house where you lived
had ashed
the fences flew away like leaves
the yard where you once sat on grass
and smoked Marlboro
had become a pool of mud

the way going there had turned
into a snake ready to bite you
when you turn back

there are no more reasons
to make a case
no arguments are strong enough
all the conclusions are wrong

the dog i had did not remember me
anymore
it had become rabid and died

the cat could not wait for i
am not a fish to its liking,

all those ingrates and
traitors grew like mushrooms
nearby

mother had her hair cut and
she left as another vagabond
in the desert.

i had not a word for father.
i do not want to remember that
smells like him.

i too just like the rest had
turned to dust moving on to the
next endless road....