Havocked Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr
Havocked
Waking up next
To that lonely
Impression on
The bed:
Too much writhing
As the sheets of blood
And sweat are left
In a havoc because
Of a crazed tousle.
It is when you
Fix the bed
In order that
You realize:
Sleep does nothing
But destroy the
Lushness.
Saturday, January 7, 2012
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