Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Out and About

Is there space,
in your closet,
for another coat?

A permanent space,
reserved,
for one you seek?

Or a space,
for someone you met tonight?

How worried,
about future plans?

Drunken poetry speaks.
Volumes to those who know.
Subconscious bound to speaking,
tells truth,
the conscious may never know.