not in a good poetry frame of mind

i'm afraid
though i am trying
i've lost too much time
i don't know where i put it now

perhaps it
is stapled to a cow
or embalmed in leather
in a distant egyptian pyramidal tomb

or did i
give it to you back
then when we had nice times
you'll have to remind me i forget

it was nice
i had to forget
and to remember again
i would have to be a grave robber