Monday, August 20, 2007

Trapped

Standing by,
All the evening,
Here to help you get your package.

Dailing your number,
When I am stranded,
On a strange place i've never trodden.

Hiding in black,
Here they come,
To claim for my precious Nokarot.

Just being there,
Til you showed up,
All just to say, "Sorry, they set me up"

6 comments:

The 27th Comrade said...

What ... you got shy? Anti, if I remember well, Nokarot should be the guy or something ... :-\

feather said...

classic end.

lulu said...

as in? i havent got...what is a nokarot?

eddiie said...

thats kind of scary...

Oooh!! sorry they set me up..that sucks..

GERALD said...

Hey.... shy you....

Esquire of the mountain said...

dont understand it but somehow i feel i also do..isnt that great poetry, we dont often understand but can stand back and say amazing! this is one of those...