Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Exhausted by Jude Forese



Exhausted,
I fell upon the mattress,
staring into the ceiling:
relieved dreams would soon arrive,
second guessing the substance
of a blood-shot invasion;
wondering if I’d get a chance
to evade my tired grasp-
recognizing bemusement
I accepted falling asleep,
unconcerned
the ceiling fan was now moaning
like a whirling dervish in heat.

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