What Happens On The Discovery Of Fraud Poem by RIC BASTASA

to hate you
is to slap you with my heavy fist
in your shame you leave, you swell
you disconnect from things
through your bruised arms
a blue breast
a black sky
it takes time for me to really know
you are not there but
soon you will know how i am tasting this

drought, darkness spreading in the sky
my hand shall not take yours
it is too much to hold
because my heart does not beat and
say what should not have been said
when i
close the door forever

you are no longer here
and everything is liquid with
a flow of freedom

you shall be the bitter half of this
break-up

you must remember every word
and cover your mouth
what to declare is certain sorrow

when to summarize
you hypnotize
to see the house falls without its feet
on the grounds of char
and smothered cinders.