Sleep Handsomely Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

Sleep, darling, sleep.
The bed calls your name,
Like a lost lover,
In the guise of love past sham and hex

Dream handsomely, young and callow dreamer
The subconscious overflows like a river,
Like a fountain of lucid sorrow
Creating a city of dismal and abdicated beam

Writhe, child, writhe
The nightmare grips like captors
In the arduous, infiltrated night skies
The light in life dejects the abyss of demise

Wake up, sweet plum, wake up
The Sun beckoning, hanging by the streetlamps
With a voice, familiar to a lover's call under a tryst
She waits for you, with her skin of supple kiss.

Exhausted, are you? Be weary,
Let sleep invigorate your cumbersome body,
Permit it to drift you away, from the unholy,
Rendering yourself, the king of the mattresses, how cottony it is!