Caffeine, Weird Dreams & Sad Songs

my belly rumbles
under the morning table,
and my head pounds above it.

doing the same thing
I was doing ten years ago:
listening to Band of Horses
and writing poems
about a girl I love.

where am I?
I am here?
in this foul year
of forever. 

I am laying
on Big Four Bridge
after a free/stolen brunch.

Spilling sips of coffee,
counting breaths and boats. 

The sky is blue and beautiful;
the clouds leave fast. 
Joggers avoid my body,
as if I am the crazy one. 

my earbuds aren't working,
so I hum the song,
and write the poem in my mind,
which I have done many times. 

I want to forget.