Tonight Is Another Night Of My Self-Proclaimed War Poem by RIC BASTASA

i will now present my evidence
some exhibits beforehand marked
and you will be surprised, there will be no such exhibits
as

the moon, the stars, or comets or tails
or the fireflies,

tonight, is the night of my argument
a life lived without passion
a life dedicated to the dictates of reason
and bedded to logic

this is my war, i proclaim it against myself
it is myself against myself and myself arguing for both
opposing selves

why do you invoke poetry? why do you maintain a self
torn between softness and harshness
between objectivity and confusion
between light and Grey

enough of the hardbound books
of those sandcastles that the BiG sEA
destroys from time to tide
ebbing and rising and here i am waiting

for my verdict, i am guilty, i have always been guilty
and i pretend
i never knew.