To A Great Writer
you started with a mask
as you assume the name of the anonymous
on something so serious
as love
and as thrilling as the procedure
for betrayal
you explore the religious and the mundane
making a mockery of
the sanctions
you fly away like a bird and come back
as a snake
like a transformer
you turn yourself into a truck
a jet
a chopper
in the acts of love on the tracks of lust
sipping dews
and bathing on the waterfalls of sexy
desires
and you do not mind what they say
you are happy anyway
in your anonymity at the end of the day
you die
and then early morning you resurrect yourself
on the greatness of your solid
and long flesh
you weep when you like it and you
laugh the hardest when you want to retrieve what
you have lost
you are the modern man of our age
as you question their pillars and thrones
you sting the king
and you made love with the queen and you get away
with the princess
into the castles of your air
into the death of anonymity you live and then you vanish
there is no name but you have become great
like all the rest who only wanted to think
not speaking and still unable to write
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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