Sitting On Windowsills, I Remember

Feverish cleptic safe Slipped in kept sacred place Found you near bamboo shoots Horizon of our youths Drag this thunder out of me Wonder I don't want to be beam Lay here in peace and piece together sanity Drink raspberry teas in cafes and offer seats to the strange Read books on window sills of open French Windows Feet dangle above pavements wind blowing now I'm free Smells like pollen Nostrils flare and I turn away to sneeze It's still better here catch a ride to fetch a bagel I don't remember you A foggy wet dream Streams on my pillow But I lay on dry beds and can't relate There are no outlines on the wall from when my body slid to catch my breath I saw you in a daze I turn back to the sun and my back to the holograms of man Waste of time we have been And I'll never listen to my voice again