The Hatchet..... Poem by RIC BASTASA

how foolish
to fall in love with you

so one night i bang my head
on the wall
but it did not work
i still love you and your face
sticks to my heart like
a metal with that
epoxy

metal to metal
sticking that tight
a car can be lifted
to this high

i went away to a bar
got myself a tequila
wanting to quit logic which
did not serve my
wits

there is this feeling that
now you are free to fall in love
and make it
real

if the object of my affection is here
i would have confessed my foolishness
drain my head with those demons
drain my veins with that toxic fluids
of love

at the height of the power of tequila
i cried. I am not myself. You completely own me.
And nowhere at the stage of my princely life
that i have become your
willing slave.

Tomorrow i will kneel before a mirror
and start chanting, asking for forgiveness
to my stern self,
this rock,
sharpened by time and now ready to hit
like a hatchet
to another warrior.