..The Lonely Man In The Making Poem by RIC BASTASA

and so he gave money
to the owner of happiness
which also
by years of poverty has
learned to trade it
to those who badly needs
it inorder to survive

and so he paid
gave the money and got a hand
and then the whole body
and then a memory

happiness understands
what is necessary
it too understands what
is surplusage
much more about waste

deep in his heart
there is nothing and he knows
this and so he went there
again
to ask from more which is
also hurriedly given

nights and nights and more
nights of seeking pleasure
and presumably also having taken
it with all ease
and

secrecy, but in the silence of
dawn
he can hear his heart sobbing
which he tries evading
always telling him, that it is
wrong, that it is a very horrible wrong
to seek happiness using money

but he said, i am tired of love
which hurts
i am only asking for the shallow part
of it where i do not have to swim anymore

tonight the stars are coming out again
trying to draw a story in the sky and he
will be there watching them all

in contempt and disbelief

the years had been rough and the stars
have never told him
the best story ever


not yet, perhaps.