Enslaved By Art..... Poem by RIC BASTASA

when it feels like
then hit it
do not suppress it
go for it
strike while the
creative mind is
hot
do not fret
do not ever think
just go
and be blown away by
this kind of wind
that visits not as
often
do you not notice
me not minding you?
do you not mind
why i have stayed in
this room for quite
long?
must have i imprisoned
myself for no reason at
all?
come to think of it
no one wants to be a slave
but here we are enslaved
for reasons that you can
never think of

the beautiful muses
have arrived without their
clothes on
bathing by the river
we watch with all glee

this is the mind
this is the body
fused into one...

enslaved by art.
the heart laughs
the hardest.