With Nothing On.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

when you enter the
room you never mind when they
disregard you: after all, who are you?
what are you?

you are just a nobody.
when you die no one notices it.
after all what have you done?
will you tell them that
you have written poetry?

oh they will laugh.
the most nonsensical human being is
here who thinks that with his poetry
the world will never end
that his life will be eternal
that his name will be carved not only in stone
but in the oceans

how foolish of you
but since you are here
let me sit beside you
hoping that two fools can
make it right
and become noticeable
by that lady who passes by at us
with nothing on.