Hard Liquor...... Poem by RIC BASTASA

and this is the irony of love.
never mind.

to set yourself free
at least only for a while
you drink
hard liquor

the feelings fly
you see birds with you in the air
it is dark but the song
is clear and sweet

you remember love
but not the chains anymore

you are never ugly
in this freedom, everyone is as beautiful
as they are

in their own right
in their own way......




travel, make my own scene, you and i, all in love,
every bit, every moment.

when it is over, how simple it is.
life is simple indeed. We sleep and dream again.

did someone older and wiser tell us that after all,
reality is another illusion?