Lost
Lost in the bottom
that fucked up sea bed
or the bottom of the bag
lost without an address
no pin on the map I guess
Lost in the middle of it all with a smile on my face
lost without a sense of
where
I am
Whirling dervish on a tin bottle cap
one more time
one last time
I am lost without a word
lost without all of my words
and the thoughts of who you are
who you were is nothing
nil
quiet lost alone in the paper
and this stoned hand feels
for the right pen
or the right key
or the right word at midnight
or tastes the right quiet breath on your mouth
and you are nothing
except the robin's chat on the branch
assertive
lovely
distant
lost