expiriment of poetry

I'm bored with working, so you get something wierd.

I feel stranded, like the man on the moon,
stuck out of place in time that flows like a river.
hounds bark at my heels and I run
remebering neither origin nor destination.
I can't tell whether or not I move over the world,
or if the world just moves under me.
But I get no where, either way.
And in the end, I'm still just stuck.


...rriiiiiight.

back to work.