Vileness Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr
Vileness
Sometimes, as I jot
Tedious memories down,
I have this
Disease of turning
Them into lucid dreams.
I don’t know why the
Crows stay too long
Traipsing over the
Horrid hands of the
Lonesome scarecrow
At the cynosure of
The verdure…
I always picture them
Lustfully:
The abyss making love
To one of its own.
Saturday, January 7, 2012
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