Wave Upon Wave Pain After Pain Fall After Fall. Poem by RIC BASTASA

i part
my hair,
cut some,
here,
what pain?

there is
this kind of
leaving and
parting,

good riddance,
and life's dances,
and pampered
lives.

after this
the tantrums of
having to live
this life
again and again,

on glimpses
from room to room
to doors and doors,
one lies there
half naked
half awake

i am reading
each page of
your lies
and marking what
i can use
later in deciphering
truth.

i fear no one.
i fear nothing.

let the evidence
open its mouth
and speak and
last night i
never really
slept.

darkness is
eating my dreams.
dreams mutter
anythinng
jumping jacks

watching i
touch nothing
i cannot
touch

everything is
in a state of
chase
and my feet are
numb
with all its
inabilities.

inane, rattling
existences and
undermined exits.

did you tell
her? assure me.
keep love.
and be silent.

any word that
you utter before
the door breaks
this house
crumpling it
like sand dune

wave upon wave
pain after pain
fall after fall.