The Coming Of Inspiration Poem by RIC BASTASA

the likes of
you
may have the power
to kick doors
and break it
open

but i know you
gentle
dog of my
premises
you know how
to wait
and wag your tail
as you
sit there
waiting for inspiration
to come
like a mad master
who does not know
what time is it
in the morning
to timely eat
breakfast

barking won't
work either
it can make it
angry

sit there
gentleness
if you must
try sleeping for
a while

dreams sometimes
come like
a fog

cold and hazy
temporarily
blinding