RIC BASTASA Staring Poems

i know i am not alone
experiencing this kind of stare
at the monitor when you think you cannot write
not because there is nothing to write anymore but because
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for a long time that i stared
at my face in the mirror
one evening
when the church bell
...

We sound the same
I mimicked you for twelve years
Like a mynah bird
Your choice of words
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i ask you
how you feel,

you say, it is a house
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the way you ignore
makes you a survivor
all these long years
your mind has become
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it is this spontaneity that
keeps us going
there is no count nothing about
what's next
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it was when i was about
to squirt
a useful, clinging idea
between my head
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staring at the sun on a noonday
in protest of what is happening to
all of the honest people
the annihilation of those who still
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i poisoned that mouse
which ate my cheese
that i left
under my bed,
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