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.