everybody plays the fool when falling down
every dog and every day, the lost and found
a sweater red
a lonely ked
a sound

in a battered cardboard box, a useless key
you sift and turn and look, where can it be?
a book of poems
noise reduction phones
and me
where can it be?

carousel me homeward
turning old and gray
over rooftops roaming
far away, we’re falling
down you’ll come
and down i’ll follow

everybody plays the fool while underground
everybody’s digging through the lost and found
diamond ring
a ball of string
winding up
winding down

there you go again
there you are alone with me
together lonely

all that comes around
and all that runs away
and all that makes you me

at the bottom of the bottom
a tinfoil bird
a dying word