The Gospel Poem by RIC BASTASA

it is this rebellion
about freedom suppressed
about desire
restrained and
cut
this bleeding that
never stops
this heart that cannot
mend itself
like a lizard's tail
it is this listlessness
this opinion of others that i am lost and
desecrated
that i have abused and
dehumanized what lies sacred within
my guts
it is all these
that have converted me as one of those
hundred and
thousands of
strangers losing their homes
unable to locate
the next address of their
next sleep
restless and now so free
not to read
any dogma not to take seriously
any rule
learning somehow
how to live life
by simply waiting sitting down
standing by