And Pages Torn Poem by jim hogg

now here am I, across the hedge
a withering of promises
some overdue apologies

but I don't own a Labrador
and can't believe you live next door
so far from yon old Raven's beat
so far from your high sweeping fields

I'll check my files though, just in case
and catch you later by the sea
for maybe coffee, maybe tea
and if the stars come stealing out
we needn't gaze or call them down
they all belong to someone else

and no, there's only reams of guilt
in tee line shapes, and pages torn
a gale of quotes, some scribbled notes
attempts at sense that flared to mud
the bow-wow-wow of roaring blood
and crossword puzzle pointing out

I'm playing scrabble by myself
inside a mind that's not my own
and can't afford to win, or ask
just who I am by anagram
or wonder where I might have gone