Lost in stardust, lost in daylight, lost in thoughts.
I even lost an old poem I’d written.
I had posted it prior to this blog in 2011 on yahoo.com’s associated content but
the link no longer works. I cannot find which journal I had written it in.
It was called ” The Table top poem.” by Emily Sturgill.
It figures that I would lose that. I lose everything eventually and especially my mind.
I have not been blogging. My poems do not flow. They are stuck to the roof of my mouth tasting like so much cigarette ash. The words clog up. Feeling sort of lonely but good to be alive. Lost in stardust, lost in daylight, lost in thoughts.