WHILE almost sleeping are my dreams
as spaced as stars within skies
Undressed as nude with steel frowns
as dreaming brains upon pillows
breathing interruptes my dreams
as cellophonane flowers
where world’s slogans scream
in disparity upon precarious days
i am the little one living
day by day
My vulgar words a hearse
carrying love and pain
as e’ery flower and color
a wet and cold bed of crimson joy.
E.P. Robles | Poetry 