you woke with a funny feeling like you'd had the best idea
all completed in an instant right behind your eyes
and though you know just how you meant it, there's no sense of what it means
now you're staring at the ceiling and you're wondering how, wondering how
how you misplaced something that size

maybe you'll send yourself a clue soon, check your mailbox twice a day
break the cookie, read the fortune, throw the halves away
it'll be profound and misdirected, so inspired and uninformed
express from where you sent it by an albatross, an albatross
by an albatross through the storm

i'll see you in the morning, and i'll look you in the face
then i'll buy all the breakfast, just to make you sigh
come get me later at the cafe where i go to give you space
so can i read what you've been writing? you say it's not done, it's not done
it's not finished but i say i think it's fine