61354 Poem by RIC BASTASA

61354

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Keeping a Journal

i have long wanted to read you
complicated as whodunnit story
mysterious as the catacombs their silence
tied to the blueness of their lips

but you are never written yet
syllables are chained inside your fingers
slaves of your self chosen idleness
what crazy mind will admit that you have
gone where you ought not to be
i myself cannot be frank enough to tell you
the situation will always be the same
as i write my intention is always not to
be clearly understood so as to keep you
interested in the haze, the fog, the mist
that covering that keeps you safe in your
foxhole

these are our dangerous times and the
only way to be safe is to be ambiguous

i have long wished to hear from your
storms but you are spreading them some other
place

i could have been happy reading nothing
hearing nothing
but my own storms have their own ways
too.

here they are. I am standing strong by
the port by the sea
i am meeting all of them
and i am writing not for you to know
but only to keep myself posted as to
what is really happening

for words have their own way of putting
things and places and people in their stillness
now, i myself can see. I can view what i feel.
The x-ray plates are there. Behind is the light.
I am sitting in front. I have, too, a way of
clearly reading myself.

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