Thinking, smoking, drawing lines across the horizon
It’s nearly ten am and I have yet to sleep
I wander home in a cloud of confused melancholy
I realize I’m not wearing shoes and that
I’m not sure where they have been left.
Someone now has a new pair of shoes.
I’ve since given up on figuring out
Why I do the things I do
And what drives me to lose
A new pair of shoes.
1 comment:
Are you smoking these days???? Just saying...lots of "I might be smoking" sentences being thrown around.
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