tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19035617.post115433723267467385..comments2023-05-23T00:49:54.804-07:00Comments on I Hid My Eyes Behind Your Sofa: Fragments of dreams I never hadalcarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14929849073911012353noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19035617.post-1154464215060319262006-08-01T13:30:00.000-07:002006-08-01T13:30:00.000-07:00Rummaging through corners and floorboards, finding...Rummaging through corners and floorboards, finding not what was wanted, but instead discovering<BR/>some unknown, some parlour <BR/>that belongs to someone else.<BR/><BR/>The note found attached to the board,<BR/>means nothing in this language.<BR/>A palid green fills his eyes<BR/>as the man in green discovers<BR/>he's been found.<BR/><BR/>Vanishing into what never was<BR/>the man in green does not hesistate<BR/>to turn tail and run leaving <BR/>all he had where it still was<BR/>only <BR/>he forgot the gold;<BR/>and the man in green<BR/>curses again, sharply.<BR/><BR/>A new home, a new hole,<BR/>the man in green comes and goes,<BR/>but to those who know<BR/>he's lost his gold, a pot he'll<BR/>never find again.<BR/><BR/>Until things get brighter, he'll always be the man in green.Zak J.K.https://www.blogger.com/profile/04988353483759606783noreply@blogger.com