RIC BASTASA Poems

I am broken, scattered
Can’t simply transfer to the other side
Where more than half of me
Is already there
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and so too
i have a dog
whose only
language is
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What you read is all there is
If you cannot relate
Then no problem
If you are not that woman
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a friend of mine is obsessed with purple
she says it's a royal color
fits for kings and queens
and she feels like a princess
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in this life
there will be more questions than answers
everything seems to start with a what
followed up with when
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to keep you from harming them
they invent sin, make a society,
build a kingdom, and surround
you with soldiers and spies
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as we walk
we feel the loneliness of
two people
with questions to the breeze
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when we begin we already know what distance is
we see it in the stars we hear it from the Siberian winds
we were telling the trees that our beginning was the smile of the snails
that the moss have always been faithful to the stones
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Three dark
Shadows lurking
In the dark park
On a dark night
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