Behind High Walls
Behind high Walls
When I opened the door to my cabin was met with a summer day
that felt like a lingering kiss by the love that will one day say goodbye.
Sneeze and make a haiku words dotted on paper napkins while
waiting for the bill three glasses of wine and a packet of fags
At the outdoor restaurant, I was trying to remember about my
experiences what I have seen, heard and read becomes a ball of threads
swirling through space and I try to get a loose thread to make sense of
my life but I have to act fast the idea I had disappears in the sand of time
and through the din of stillness, another glass will not come amiss
I no longer live in a forest I never had a garden, and I now think about
robot sex with a vulva of silk I will train to love me and when I die
It will lie beside me in the coffin and when we are found a skeleton and
a bit of rust; come to think of it a dog is a robot in its early stage still
obedient but tries to fool its owner into loving it.
https://allpoetry.com/poem/12745053-behind-high-walls-by-benafim
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