Experimentations

i am fond of experimentation o!
i dramatize even small emotions those like dots and dashes
on the street where cars and buses are so confused about who i am, , ,
a line, a question mark running off
the road
siding and hiding with the shallowness of emotions at times
o! i mean nothing to you O! you mean nothing to me!
o! my fingers play with the ring
o! my tongue lashes like the whips of weathered words
stairs rise! moons collide turn into pieces of meteorites!
stardusts! jupiter rings! volcanic craters!
o! you look for a meaning of your life!
o! loser! come! come! run! run run run run keep running away!
you are the ruined bust of greatness.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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