Because The Snake Is Here
i am eating my words
i languish in the jail of my ideas
no woman comes here
for a visit
i am murmuring my sighs
to the bars
in between the hours
i whisper my whimper
to the grasshoppers
on the grass
i look to their feet that jump
for skies
i am at a loss of syllables
my mouth is dry
my hands are trembling
a snake is here.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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