a dive into deep brown eyes
sad basset hound talking in his sleep
a lot not new i saw as i went on to L.A.

ears drooping like weeping fans
fudge brown basset eyes curl up into Holy Mary stretches
paws folded twitch
eye lands not a wink or a quiver

bony tail balances in an m.c. escher’s infinity curl
tongue tied parable on bone breath he tells himself,
                       gotta teach ’em to listen . . .
in the ethers his words fall on deaf ears

basil drools a dog-god palindrome fed up with his human quotient he declares firmly
                      madam i’m adam, (not basil)
giving himself a strong pep talk he continues in his deepest voice . . .
                               STEP ON NO PETS