Wednesday, January 14, 2009

To be finished?

Plans are just folded dreams
Down on printed paper
We can screw them up at any time
Or turn them into darts
And shoot for the moon

1 comment:

Brass Baboon said...

I'm not sure about those last 2 lines.

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...