The Blue Shadow

The Blue Shadow
By Cinnamon

Blue swallows on my window pane
I woke later. Strange shifts of time. A girl
A beautiful girl was in my mind. We made love.
My bed was wet. I woke.
Honour was beautiful. The police were active. I was in an insane asylum.
Death was in the sun.
I could notmuch honour. Honour bluedman.
I only speak of her because of her beauty.
Now it seems so terrible. And it's terrible.
I am in touch with her. But millions of miles away.
Simon smiled. How are you? I said I was on the run. Shortly (?????) said they could help me. Who was he? Even (???) with artists.