GreyHound   9.1.00

Maybe my days of poet-ing
have become days of journal-ing
just to keep me sane?
Maybe  <- That’s not what I wanna hear.

Sometimes I wonder if you’ve seen that old greyhound?
If it ever comes your way and if it might’a mentioned me?

Sometimes, when I’m with you, I wanna say ‘I love you.’
Sometimes I wanna crack your shell and lick the insides
though I like the outsides too. 

I just don’t see that dog.
The one you say’s been run too long…
the one I could take good care of. 

I just haven’t seen it around.
Have you?