The Silent Water That Runs Deep Inside My Eyes. Poem by RIC BASTASA

you have a way
with the metaphor of your affections.

orange and green.
smell and touch.
warmth and peace.

did you eat what you
love?

love could be the root
of that cannibal.

did we ever think of
this?

eating someone to make
everything there your
everything too

deep inside your mouth
into your heart and
flesh and blood and bones.

does it matter whether
it is wrong as they perceive it?

tradition is a veiled woman
having pain inside her head
and always wanting to hit with
a hammer the merry dog on the beach
sands.

and the law is a blind woman
striking its sharp sword to anyone
who comes along
wanting to simply drink beer
and eat hamburger.

is our view a little bit twisted
look, the sun is begging on the river.
the moon is driving away the stars.

look, the mountains are running loose
the forest trees are flying away.

look, oh take a look, you are turning
into a cliff and children are falling off
from your forehead.

be silent for now. Listen, silence is
speaking to you. Noise is rubbing your
ears taking away the earwax stored for
years.

i like the lake without a boat.
just the white swan.

a white swan beside the moon.
and the silent water that runs deep
inside my eyes.