Upon Reading The Poems of Lesbia
the attempt to say
what harsh feeling was there
was well said on those lines that float like leaves on the river
very usual
nothing sophisticated
there is that twirl that would have made me dizzy for a while
but the heart that knows pain
cannot fall on the malady of nausea
there were many empty spaces
i just watch not having the duty to fill them with my thoughts
for mine
are in packets and always lacking
in content
and style
i move around the parks and winding ways of Lesbia
weird but not saying anything
impressed but there is that lingering desire
to move out
somewhere
black birds without islands
bridges that fall
boats without anchor
a love that has to be spelled
still correctly
as you all look at me with anticipated fury
this incapacity to
raise my thumb and say
everything is alright
what business do i have writing this poem somehow
the lines that throw up
the feet that runs away from them all
i have this world
in my fingertips and it is mine and mine alone
small and tight
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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