The Dog In My Mind.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

you cannot
have a custom cut
tailored morning
outfit

not always coffee
and cookie and perhaps
another
banana or honey and
cream

this morning i hear
you strum the guitar
while
i struggle upon a
left over
mashed potato still
cold from
the ref

we cannot keep forever
slaves
in our brains for we got
to row this
boat ourselves into nowhere
as usual

i'll keep the music alive
as i leave

you stay and just be that
dog
in my mind......