Saturday, January 15, 2011

If I found the word
To make you complete
Would you let me spell it for you?
If I found the map
That leads to your feet
Would you only be an ex?
If I asked the wrong question
When we happen to meet
Would you give the right answer anyway?
The present is the future getting lost on its way to the past.

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...