  Sleepy Sleepy afternoons Inviting blue skies Wide open window Vintage decaying plastered mansion Familiar face A look that almost touches you everywhere Shampood , freed and wet black hair And an even more black cup of coffee Are all the apparitions For my vacation blues Often on some mornings When even wasted time retires ,  To stop from being routine All the ashtrays are crowded by dead fires All around When i pass on the news to a passing wind Tell her just that 'I am unwell' Remember the busstops ,  the rain and the nights A pair of wet socks ,  a navel with no lights Your skimpy clothes , an empty bottle of rum A letter on a hotel bill and my unwashed cum Now every morning when the telephone sucks Asks me to wake up without you by my side Now whenever the caution bell strikes On sleepy highways without time and tide I collect this ghost-
thoughts And arrange them quick Neatly , orderly for my vacation blues Often during evenings When you decide to walk back home Saving your soft body from stares and buses When very old people look at you With a lot of pain ,  with a whole burden of years You walk past them ,  soft and quiet Like a century or a lifetime that has refused to move Maybe you were someone's lover ,
 someone's wife Someone's yesterday or everyday life Even you must have tried to find a way out A way to get lost and never be found Remember the blindfolds ,
 red sripes on your back Fish on the sea shore , drunk like a maniac Remember the soap , the towel and the shower And apart from the bed all that was shared Now whenever you open your mouth to curse You remind me of all the sins of my birth Or else why would have you beared so much of pain Forgotten the body which only bears my name Forgotten all the places where i had my home Every bit of you which is only mine I have distorted all these memories And arranged them imperfectly To share with me a place on some time All alone in my vacation blues 
