Lost
Lost in a pearl of dreams
and lost not forgotten
as cameras are stuck in my face
and the spotlight shines down
on stage,
I give my monologue of life,
as love punches me
in a Shakespeare style.
Lost in a woman's eye
as she blinks and dies
and love goes on a vacation
and I'm left alone in isolation,
watching the girls in school uniforms
going to church,
with legs long and tight;
I feel something in my gut
as my heart skips a beat,
those cute girls smile at me
and say, "That's him, the blue poet, he's the writer."
High-pitched voices that melt my heart
I laugh and as they come to me
I feel lost.... but live in the moment
walking off with the school girls
into the Skid Row sunset.
Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2014
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