Early This Afternoon

i had sleep, lots of sleep this early
afternoon
and so
as normal beings do,
i still claim to be one,
i wake up had a dinner of my own
and watch TV
and go outside the house to
breathe
de-stress distress
and then i go back again to what i
like doing
have a conversation with myself
for i am alone here
and want to give the impression
to the neighbors
that there are people here talking
at midnight

actually, i love these ghosts
inside my mind
they are my friends and have
been with me
for years
before you decided to leave
because you did not not care to notice.

and so like that Chinese poet
i take a bottle of rum for a drink
get a glass to share it with me
and my shadow
and the moon which i had
just invited.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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