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  11797.     

So William Is Not Dying

i have long told
you, a poem is
detached from
the poet

the stranger
talking to you
might have
been
talking about
another
stranger too

be detached
like
a mirror
and yet
so immersed
in the
image of your
own face

the realities
we write
are lies
behind
the realities
of others

william
has just told
you
the reality
of death

and he pretended
it was him
in that coffin
surrounded by
friends, parents
and children
and lovers

could be just
all in his mind

but the truth
has been told
and you
received them

fairly verily
 
RIC S. BASTASA
   
 

   
   
 

  11798.     

So You Are Back Reading This Poem Again

I see you sitting alone in a coffee shop
Two cups of coffee now, just to pass the hours away
Waiting for nobody
You pretend
Busy with your wireless laptop
Typing some words
Looking at the road beyond the glass walls
Cars keep passing by
Not one is stopping
Shall you pretend some more
That any of those cars is the inspiration
Of your write-up for today?
Okay, you are into advocacies for women
For the underprivileged
For the kids
For those who do not know how to smile
But let me suggest
As you read this poem
Back to my arms again
This time
Take more time with me
In this game
Of loneliness this passion for boredom
Have compassion to both
Of us-lonely souls searching meanings
In laptops in coffeehouses on more
Cups of coffee

I am taking the mug, it is bigger
And its holding effect is a little longer
And some cigars this time.
 
RIC S. BASTASA
   
 

   
   
 

  11799.     

So You Boil Down To Money

how long did it take you
to boil down
all about
you
things and people to money?

was it long enough
to find yourself
sitting on a bench
and then
think
of green bucks
and tell yourself

this is the real world
why did they not
tell me
in school

why was not
it studied
as a curriculum
in the university?

why did we study
religion
or ethics
or philosophy

when

when when everything is said and done
it is
after all the money that matters most of all

the more i have
that more i want to have
all these money

money talks
and so here you are listening,

got some you say, and it will take a lot of sentimentalism
to part
with some bucks, and mind you, just like them
all of them in this world

no one gives money
without something in exchange

you see,
that is the truth that you have discovered
and you are sticking to it

boil all your sentiments
and values and
let things simmer down
money, money

the flower of all evils,
now smell it

and think for a while
what life
will it give you
 
RIC S. BASTASA
   
 

   
   
 

  11800.     

So You Don'T Like The Sour Man?

so, here you are again, feeling sorry for the sour man
the one who does not know how to stretch his face
to make a smile
the one consumed by the ghosts of his own worries
that never came
the one who stays in the nook
afraid,
you do not like this sour man
scared, not easy to handle, expensive
to the pocket
you do not find him
a good company to your sports
laughter
and happy-go-lucky
merry, merry, merry,
round and round
telling people hey life is short why not just enjoy every minute of it
savor the moments
lick every sweet dropp of life like honey to your finger

finger licking good
till the last dropp till the supply lasts
take today, today, today, why worry about tomorrow

oh, you do not like the sour man
and you are angry at him

well, it is sad, the sour man has conquered you.
 
RIC S. BASTASA
   
 
 
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