Hysteria Of A Sick Soul From A Friend's Diary Poem by RIC BASTASA

it happened so fast
it was just a blur

i tried to clear
my head of the
whisky fuzz

it was just a
blur,
a film over,
just a glaze over a glassy surface

hope loses clear vision.

Her eyes glazed over
perhaps from lack of sleep

The haze blurs the hills

confuse, obnubilate,
obscure barbaric incantations

yes, unclear, indistinct,
blurred decisions

Remarks confused
the debate
over words

obnubilate
their intentions
blur,
smear,
smudge,
smutch
earth smudges

blear, blur
dim indistinct

The fog blurs my vision
dim, slur
you're one vague indistinct
shadow in the
night
garden

The distinctions between
two theories about ourselves
blurred at the end

goodbye says goodbye to goodbye
just that just that