A Room With A View Poem by Yoosaph Aayala
A Room With A View
tut, tut, cries the door
dr… dr… open my hands
in a temper foul is one
another,
a bundle of furies
there is one,
resembling a triangle
crouched in a corner
see this too chubby
fraught with a move to snip out
laughing at mischance close to,
to double upon mayhem
a gentleman doping slowly
crawls into silent drive
none has time to worry,
cast-off at a slurry of pain.
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