Longer Thoughts

got long thoughts recently like long bamboo poles
with oil around its body
can't climb further
feeling the falling of
helpless ideas

the man sitting over there
says
idealism is lost and we are
hopeless

on the first day of November
above those fluffy skies
near Sulu sea

i sing a song about breaking
days, digging hearts from shallow graves

somehow i think sorrow must have
split ends
cut them and have them
their short hair
some bangs like cute kids
in Sunday church

i think I'll go out, and have a short run
sweat out and be mad.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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