The Writer In A Trance

the trance is here
the writer writes like
a kungfu drunken master
imitating the monkey
the snake the dragon
he sips more wine
to get more
some more into the trance
like a mad man
tonight he sleeps

tomorrow he reads
surprised about what the gods
made him write

disowning everything
he says these are all incoherent pages
there is no logic
there is no metaphor
to explain

you agree,
this is the one...

tomorrow, there will be a trance again
how can you understand? of no importance
is this one, not even a poem
i can hear you complain

this is the trance of
a compulsion, i myself cannot explain
this is all too human
god's way of shaming our
own humanity.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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