lost and found




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

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