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  12797.     

The Option In The Middle Of A Very Sound Sleep

the poem is a dream
it arrives in the middle of my sound sleep
it wants to wake me up
it is severely disturbed
it wants to be written

i am so tired
and i ask it
why it does have to be written?

i do not have the answer
to fabricate its purpose
i know it has
so many reasons

but i respect it somehow
and i leave it
undeciphered

at the last hour of my
sleep


it leaves me perturbed somehow
but when i wake up and gets myself busy with the ordinary days of my life
it becomes
another item forgotten

perhaps its reason is that
it is in the middle of a very sound sleep
and so it has all the
option to tell the truth
 
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  12798.     

the orange cat with one eye

lazy cat
the rats are playing again
on the cellar
can't you catch
for once
their mother?

do not ask me again
about the possibility of you having to read a poem.
an eye
can be so dangerous
without a claw
to catch
a single mouse.
 
RIC S. BASTASA
   
 

   
   
 

  12799.     

the origin of greed

it started when we were yet children
playing marbles and rubber bands
play money and toy guns
and gunpowders

we hoard them like some kind
of treasures

then we move to food
and other goods

to houses and lots and
money,

it does not end there
we move to other matters

like time and places
and diamonds and islands and planes
and even submarines

then to power, how other people's lives
have become mere words within the touch of the tips of our fingers

we like to be god,
God,

but God has His own mysterious ways,


today your life has ended.The End.

to God, you have become the flower of the day
taken by the wind and gone away.To dust you shall return,
and there is no more name left for that.

You are nothing. Nothing.
 
RIC S. BASTASA
   
 

   
   
 

  12800.     

the other

i have long known
that without the other
there is no us,

the familiarity begins
words bind us
the us becomes the i
the i recognizes
the better we

and so the song begins
to sing upon itself
the song of life

the dirge fades out
like a rocket at night
flickering
dissolving in such
vast space
 
RIC S. BASTASA
   
 
 
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