Thursday, May 29, 2008

An Old One

I think I lost myself
In a pocket of the past
Or in my other pants.

2 comments:

Scratch said...

Hmm, i like.

post-it said...

yea it is coolieo.

i like it too.

How do I lose myself?

I am not easily misplaced Or forgotten, Arriving as I do Before even the curtains draw And that first morning jug boils, Bleary, yes Grudgin...