I Still Have No Answers Crisp And Crackling. Poem by RIC BASTASA

you had a good pose
in venezia

pink hat and beside
you
your bearded buddy

there is another one
beside the Effil Tower
that night

long white dress
cascading black hair
smile caught
in pink lips

oh my, you are rich
and famous and
elegant and
powered by your
intelligence

sometimes i reflect
at this unholy hour

saying, oh i've been there
too

and it was not really
that amazing
and despite all those
power shots
and images of joys

here we are still
caught
in the emptiness of our
desires
the greed of our
ambitions
the uncertainties
of our
tomorrows

the grip of loneliness
tightens still in our necks

above us
some unknown swords of
another Damocles

at this unholy hour
i keep on talking

i assure myself
God is here
listening, listening
and listening

and i still have no
answers
crisp and crackling.