at a certain point <br />what happens is that <br /> <br />i take too much of everything <br />so i may savor this art <br /> <br />of vomiting things <br />all things <br /> <br />without exception <br />love and hate and <br /> <br />indifference, things that i <br />embrace like i love all of them <br /> <br />and things that finally <br />bore the heart and spoil the soul <br /> <br />i give them all up <br />and wish to go back to the start <br /> <br />where i am full again <br />by being empty-handed.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/vomit-3/
