Empty Glasses Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr
Empty Glasses
The furious streets
Are raved by the
Automobiles,
The rooms are
Ransacked and
The nuisances are
Sequestered.
From the glasses
To the sordid cars
Parked into
A dead silence,
And the dreary people
Who clamber over
Melancholy…
They were all
empty.
Saturday, January 7, 2012
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