I AM THE MOST ordinary PERSON THAT YOU MEET on the street
Reading my poems, my essays, my comments, my biography
She thinks
I am a manic
Depressive
one infested
with a bipolar
personality
neurotic
to the
utmost
psychotic
insane crazy lost bewildered out of this world
out of touch in limbo unleashed unsheathed
out of touch out of this world
o my god
o my!
She is wrong
Completely wrong
I am the most normal, ordinary person that she can meet
on the street
In her normal life
I work in an office
With a coat and tie
My hair is shiny
With gel
My hands soft
With ease and comfort
I smell perfume
My nails are clean
You cannot even tell
That these are the fingers
That compose
The hand that composed
Those poems
Political, sadistic, masochistic
Love, libido, desire
Nature, carabaos, birds
Violence, war
Irony, paradox
Rape, murder
Food and shit
White sands
And long long vacations
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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