A Bursting Of Ideas, Tired Eyes, But Alert Fingers On The Keyboard.... Poem by RIC BASTASA
A Bursting Of Ideas, Tired Eyes, But Alert Fingers On The Keyboard....
my eyes
are into sunsets
hiding behind
the vales,
my spirit burns
itself
into a huge
campfire
my mouth shuts like
a dam
of a big river
my tongue wants to
be free like
a bird
my fingers do
the circus
a trapeze a
mono cycle
monologue
blindly they shoot
the knives
to that confident
lady
her back against
the wall
her face like a
half-moon
smiling.
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