Unforgiven

i too, must not content myself with poetry
it becomes routine
and boring and not challenging
at fifty poems a day
there is no more ecstasy,
i loathe this kind of fantasy
i must try another assay
yes
perhaps acting
like Clint Eastwood's Unforgiven
where i shoot
the wild beasts like tin cans
firing them with bullets
one on one
and where i make love with the women
agains the setting of the sun
and some background music
of the winning man

i can be this actor in fame
i can get my hollywood name
Ric Bastasa, Still Unforgiven.

waiting for my next film
Unpretending.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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