As Nothing Stops The Unusual, The Mundane, And The Most Ordinary.

in a room where there are so many people
where men smoke a lot
and drink a lot from glass to glass
where women talk and dance and gossip
from room to room

there is one who is segregated,
or who has segregated himself in the middle of that
ocean of
camouflages,

the gossip tells his name
the drink mentions his idiosyncrasy
from mouth to mouth
and that stabbing look

beyond this door the veranda lies like a naked woman
legs stretched ready for another
prostitution of thought

there is only one man who sees the sacrilege of this indulgence
half naked
he jumps and then as he makes his last scream
the world stops

and then the women gossip again talk a lot
and then the men drink more hard liquor

as nothing stops the unusual, the mundane, and the
most ordinary...

by RIC BASTASA

Comments (5)

Sylvia many thanks for sharing this caring sensitive piece of writing with us.Lonelyness comes in many forms and can eat you away.Your friends are fortunate that you appreciate them and care. Best regards, Sid John.
Sylvia you are a real caring person and I am glad we are friends. Your day centre residents will be happy when you are around and feel lucky for your bubbly presence.x
This is delightful Sylvia, and a pleasure to read. Lovely story. Love Ernestine XXX
Praise for your warm and caring heart. This poem just shines with compassion, Sylvia. Love from your sister across the Atlantic, Sandra
Now this is a great sign, a poet with kind words for another, must be Sylvia Spencer How are you darling, ? All o'k? This is lovely: My weekends are lonely, but I manage to cope because I live for the days at The Centre of Hope. Beautiful and ageless Thankyou so much Love duncan XXX