Everything In Poetry Is Allowed Poem by RIC BASTASA

everything in poetry is allowed
so much sweat had been wasted
so many words alienated from their own meanings
on the issue of which is true poetry

enough of that
let me state once more that everything in poetry is allowed
whatever is it that comes from your mouth
that slips from your lips
becomes a poem by the intensity of your intention

today my mouth gives birth to bees
and i am telling you a poem is a swarm of bees
like a set of hands spreading some prayers

tonight i shall dream of words escaping from my mouth
i see them as snakes singing
oh, i see, i am telling you a poem is a choir of snakes hissing a song
(do you really imagine that? am i not a little bit
weird?)

i never tire giving birth to words, and images, and metaphors
and a poem never gets weary like the insomniac still not wanting to sleep

oh, i see, you too must have words like these
those that never sleep, you see? what a poem can be?

a poem is a set of sleepless words, smoking at night, looking over the window,
naked, like a very beautiful woman, looking for love.

you want things to make connections? hmm, don't be silly, some connections
do not seem to be
takes time, sometimes, takes even death upon one's self, to see the light.

but don't you worry, whatever is it, becomes a poem by the intensity of your
affections.