What Is Lacking Poem by RIC BASTASA

been thinking
what is lacking ah this one
been thinking about it
the whole day
wanting to write it tonight
i almost forget about it
i want to forget about it
and then i forget about it

but there is a reckoning
like a clock with its two hands
running counterclockwise
and so i remember and now must
write it somehow

it is like this: there is an apple
the apple of my eyes
and i have a tongue and fairly
sharp line of teeth like small gods,
and i bite the apple
and savor its taste and flavor
i go to heaven
but i leave the apple
that sin
that apple of discord
turning into a snake with forks
as tongue
spurned and scorned like a woman
now turning into hell
with the fires of the dragon
running after me
passion, yes passion,
you take it, and it won't let you go
it will consume you
eat you
and you regret it
but it is too late
heaven has closed its door
and hell is here
hell

but can love be hell?
can something which feels so good
be that poisonous venom of the snake
that apple of your eyes
who says
it loves you forever?

heaven, heaven,
please understand
open your door
i am coming