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observations of the man with a broken heart spending summer in a getaway beach

mother finally decided
to transfer his son to another
school in the busy city
there was something that she saw
and she did not like it

the son knows it
but like her says nothing about it
all the people saw it
but no one dares to mention it

taboos are silent pebbles
gritting to the coldness of the waves
not hurting to the eyes
but the ears are intolerant

it is during summer
that the pebbles begin to wear their angry eyes
the sands borrow the glitter of diamonds
the air is humid like a frigid woman

the trees shed off leaves
and grasses begin to wilt
the sea in its silence
has told more stories than the babbling kid
 
RIC S. BASTASA
   
 

   
   
 

  9474.     

obsession (revised)

to believe that there are heights to my own glory
is no longer possible.

On that day in that room, where they wear
all their thick glasses, their hands have already done
what should not have been done.

I was weak, and my mouth did not open.
They kill every poem i had in my palms.
They were doves.
They said they were bats.
Black bats.
No, i said they are the whitest doves i have.
They are even angels.
They were laughing.
Some giggled.

And they
said, 'Crucify him, crucify him! '

IT was an obsession.
That i have butterflies on my hair.
That there were
red roses in my fingers.

There were none, in fact.
What i had are mere words.
Syllables of my survival.

When i left that room, i did not admit that it was my mistake.
Far from that,
i look again at my hands in the mirror,
and i saw

vines, fragile tendrils, and they are so alive, like
dragonflies.

One understands somehow, that we write, not because we want
to have a brand, a name, a tattoo

a heart, a rose, an arrow, blood dripping

NO. That is not so. We write because we are here and our fingers
are always incomplete.

We press our palms on our chest and we say
Look i love myself, and this all i got.

Let me write and let it all be about me.Not for those thick glasses
Inside that room.Their rules are not mine.

I have mine only to give.
 
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  9475.     

obsession, compulsion,

when we do not care
even outside the fence
the vines shed off flowers
leaves
what will be left are
dry roots
bravely sticking on the
walls
black ants moving too
away
each morning some dews
care for a visit
but it is the most normal thing
that happens
no talk
there is no conversation
in the world of the living
acidic guts
bitter choices
something is coming
we fear
it is shadowing us
on open mouths with sharp teeth
about to eat us
 
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  9476.     

obsessions of the lost man

i

at the lobby of the manila hotel
you sit on one of the glossy chairs
you hold a square note in your hand
you want to tear it
you sit still and keep on waiting

for no one.

ii

you look at those things near you
closely scrutinizing the
big round Greek pillar
tracing the veins of the pastel brown marble

it speaks a history of this place
the previous war
where your father was the traitor

iii

a compass in your hand
a letter that you have just read
a glass of wine

a silence of your lost world.
 
RIC S. BASTASA
   
 
 
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