I lost myself, somewhere out there.
I left myself scattered among
the long stretches of interstate
and floating debris.
I lost myself in the eyes of others,
over coffee,
in fights on the corner of small towns with bad skin,
lack of teeth
and wherewithal.
I lost myself in rain soaked floorboards,
welfare lines,
bottle caps, corks,
graveyards and jails.
I lost myself in the faces of girls
that knew better but didn’t care.
I lost myself in the bright, yellow sun
that framed their fly away hair
and cradled their cheeks kissed of rose.
I lost myself out there somewhere...
in that midnight blue and
the most melancholy moon
you’ve ever seen.
~Raymond Strickland
Circa 1996-2001
I like the way you unfold the
I like the way you unfold the various degrees, venues, and effects of lost-ness. This makes the poem so much more poignant.
Starward