Hope... Poem by RIC BASTASA

without hope
you imagine hope

you must imagine hope
there is no hope you must
invent hope

it is too tiresome
do not believe in hope because it is too hopeless
promises are not popes not pop but poo
pooh,

if there is no hope, accept, hope does not exist
what exists is you and you are not hope
you are real,
you are reality, and hope is lesser, much lesser than you

hope is a tree you are bird
hope is the pebble you are the running water
hope cannot hold you
it is not a cup of water

you are the wind and you are not suppose to stay
hope is a dead tree stuck on its rotten roots

fly away, so, do not just stay there and stare at anything
open your wings, spread and be gone for good

hope is a dead grandmother
and you are the inevitable grandson

least limitable, ongoing movie
swinging tarzan, hot popcorn