Stuttering Poem by RIC BASTASA

shutters when you exercise the word
close open close open
they stutter and begin to make a panid
of its blinds. What are you doing, asks
the window? I am winnowing. I am peeping
to the slits of the rainbow. The colors dance
like a wild flower under a heavy rain,
drunk, and groggy to the syrup of
saps of this tree and that. Shrubs and
blurbs, gather and gargle. Heavy stuff.
I vomit you and you rise from the
slime of my breath. You face me and
things come back again like a welcome.
So it is you. You love me. You love me
again and again. Here you are. Here
i am. I am carpentering for words, from
some pieces of puzzles. That crap. Why
stutter like an autistic savant? All you have
to do is hold my hand. The world becomes
a safe bridge deck. Two strangers their
arms on hold, looking at the pier. Waiting
for names of their incoming solace.

i know you well. You stutter when you fall in love again.
The boat blown by the wind. The moon sinks deep down under.