When One Begins To Feel Death Coming In His Nerves Poem by RIC BASTASA

one time he felt that he was dying.
he wrote so many things.
he never thought that
they are poems


it is like everything has no use anymore
and that the only thing to do is simply to sit down and wait and
then die, ...or wait for someone to pick you up and leave

the house will be empty, and no one shall open the window
and the stairs will be filled with dust and then you ask who shall
live in this house?

the plants will not be taken cared of
all the flowers shall wilt

all the remaining things will be taken
or sold at public auction

he thinks all these things but then
nothing really happened

so many things were already written
so many ideas reflected, but he did not die

he lives, and he laughs at himself
unable to imagine, how he did all those


seemingly, almost, an episode, a script, a drama

an emotion....