May 2014
I don't care
How many pale
Patches of sunlight
Had groped their way
Through that curtain.
It would still leave
Blood red stains
Of some kind of light
On his newly cleaned
Carpet.
How many pale
Patches of sunlight
Had groped their way
Through that curtain.
It would still leave
Blood red stains
Of some kind of light
On his newly cleaned
Carpet.
