Being Undecided Poem by RIC BASTASA

when one is really undecided
(about what i need not tell you
i guess you experience this
matter of indecision somehow
as shallow us what flavor of ice cream
to choose from that
glass casing of frozen
items; . but hopefully you must
realize there are other matters
deeper than
vanilla or chocolate)

one becomes a floater in the
eye
you see black birds where there
are none
flying just below
your eyelids

when you continue being undecided
for years
what happens is that
the years bury you
the days stages a funeral march
for you
imaginary
since in reality there are no
people and
there are no flowers
and the dirge cannot
really be heard
by the priest that stands
there like
a scapegoat
to your
trembling hands

poor guy! they tell you at your
back
and you know this
but what can you really do

precisely,
you are still
that silly undecided
lazy
bone.