the book that i write in
nothing special, simple lined paper
i randomly pick a page      
with nothing on it
and write                                          
somewhere completely silly
sometimes only containing a small
string of words              
and somehow i classify it as a poem
anyhow                                    
there are most likely a bunch of "poems"
that are and will be forever lost
  sometimes this saddens me                
lost "poems"      
maybe they're just free from eyes
maybe they shouldn't be found
flicking through my "poetry" book
on occasion i find them