..Battery Failure.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

you are
right about the need to be alone again

after that early departure
the blanket lies flat on the floor like a dead body

your eyes are nailed at the ceiling
and light is just too glaring

then another story comes up again linking the
one which was cut shortly with another emptiness
like metallic chains

and here you are again
meeting yourself again in another telling

blocks of memories fall and begin to break on
the floor

like another engine breakdown and there you are
looking for people to push the car

hoping for an ignition for it to run again
as though nothing is wrong.