Poetics 4...
good for you man
you are lucky
filthy rich they say
when you are filled
with guilt
you fly to thailand
and ride one
of its boats on the
mekong river
you float upon the
murkiness of your
thoughts
that is good
your neighbor touches
his chin
and nods
people here have been
killing themselves
as though they have
nine lives like
the legendary cat
of course even with
nine lives
because of that hasty
hate
they never ask
whoever
that they come back
and begin their
beings again
so no one has ever
spoken inside
that dream
no one haunts like
a horror story
everyone speaks about
a certain silence
hints about a slim sorrow
it is a world of
anything goes of
anything said
but there is nothing
really direct as
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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