TFLN Poem - Missing, Muddled

Hey.

Here's this week's www.textsfromlastnight.com poem.

(401):

This is a mass text. Does anyone know where I am?

Cradling three pieces of a Lincoln Log set

And

I’m wearing what’s left of my broken pair of glasses like a

Monocle

There’s a fistful of auburn hair inside my wallet

But small ones

Curled

Got all these clues and yet, no clothes

Inside somewhere     Can’t see where the other wall meets

But it smells like pencil shavings

And fish

Please   someone feed my lizard

And match up the pic of the hair thatch

With our circle

Buy some tape or superglue

Head towards the ocean

I think I can hear the ocean

Pack my pair of emergency chinos

I’ll be waiting