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.