Ahh, when i sleep i sleep in my heart
within the song of dead rock-n’rollers
ahh, when i sleep with sheets
i sleep with the dust of kings
feels so good — like a summer’s sun
like, /will out of this kindness\
of all hearts a few broken hearts
tell me it feels so good
while i smile i see the imagery
the clouds of grooms floating
above me as clouds and it feels
so good it feels so good!
:: 12182015 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 