The Avatars..... Poem by RIC BASTASA

perhaps it is just that
your refusal was for the common good
not one is caught
and not a house is shattered.

so here you are without regret
for not drinking that cup
of coffee which had gotten cold
because no one came as excitedly
expected on that cold morning where
love is still brewing
longing for its satisfaction.

ah, time and love fuse in such a way
that we who are lonely shall not be executed
by the rules of this guessing game.

i heard about what happened to the good
doctor who did not notice that the cancer
was there lying in the middle of his
intestines.

you said that he was good
he never lusted on anyone but you never knew
what truth lies somewhere
in the hinterlands of iceland
somewhere between the limits of that
fire and ice and midway is the water
that flows seeking its own
sacred level.

the real reason why why continue living is
this. See this gesture. You know it. The
denial is seemingly hurtingly forever.

so your wife is in Dubai. What is the real score?
something is wrong somewhere.
So you are telling me that your daughter is
guarding you and your morals?

lust is another specter. Its spectra is myriad.
The secrets will always be there glowing in the dark
blooming in the morning hiding in the grass
wanting to stay in the hideousness of its forest.

the avatars are here. We shall be caught in the middle
of our dances. Another movie is watched and set aside
as a book in an old library somewhere in Scotland.