The Nuclear Thing Poem by RIC BASTASA

The Nuclear Thing



the giant mushroom
that mankind grows on
the sea

rushing rushing all of
us to
an abrupt
finesse

how lucky the cockroaches
are
this world has become their
own kitchen
restroom and bedroom
all rolled into one.

Saturday, August 2, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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