I want to
Sink beneath
The floor boards
Into the world of lost things,
And have tea with fanciful
Hopes
And their finery,
Of golden stitched silk
Purple Table cloths,
And tea sets as silver as
Someone's lost love's
Eyes.

Then I'll dine with a few dreams,
Perhaps I'll run into a couple of mine,
And we'll sit and converse
About old times.
I'll walk the streets
And gaze at miss-match
Barbie shoes,
Lego pieces,
And pocket knives,
Even several pieces of candy,
And earrings
Divorced from their partners.

I'll sit amongst melodies
On the bus
That musicians had fall
From their thoughts,
Playing all at once over the years
They've fallen in sink
With one another.
I do wonder what the great composers
Would say about such a symphony,
At first I did not enjoy it,
But as the bus ride carried on
Toward 'lost change lane'
I began to find them rather pleasing.

Pennies and nickels
Do bore you
After a while,
So I proceeded
To where the missing stories
Gathered.
Each would try and approach you,
Then spew out a bit of a story and
Stop mid sentence,
Such as,
"She ran as fast as she could
From one door to another,
Opening each in turn and slamming them
Closed.
A perplexing face..."
Or
"I wonder if I shall be the villain
Of my own story...
Or if I shall play no part at all,
But I should think I will at..."
And so on.

I strolled on
To lost memories
Which all seemed fuzzy,
So I walked on
And
Let me tell you,
The land of missing teeth
Goes on for eternity,
And miss placed time,
Longer still.

I think I should be content
To stay with the lost things
Forever,
For
Somehow I feel
I belong.